Best Drunkeness Poems
Murderer
Of a child's innocence.
Too late to forgive
Her hate-filled drunkeness when
Expounding on this word.
Rather forget than pretend she cared.
Maybe in some
Other lifetime we
Two will work through our
History to find the
Elation this word brings when
Remembered by others.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for a Rambling Poet's contest, May 2010 ~~~~~~~~~~
O Catie love ye do ask too much of a poor scribbling poet to ask him to
open the doors so ye can view the terrible thing he knows himself to be.
All men and mayhap women too know what terrors hide behind our own locked
doors. Yet still ye ask, so very well, I'll unbolt the door to allow ye to peer with-
in if ye are so inclined. I for one have seen inside and know what a putrid slice
of humanity I am and how I revel in the darkness when drunkeness or pain or even
simply living allows those fetid shutters to slip and let me see. I speak not of evil
deeds I have performed nor of any punishment I fear for these foul perfomances,
but of the satisfaction felt when the girl who wouldna dance with me is paralysed in
a car wreck or when my old boss hangs himself after going bankrupt. These
thoughts and others like them and worse I have imprisoned herein. Because these
things hang festering like buboes on my soul ready to rupture and allow their
stinking pus to flow, I cannae further go. Still here be the key for ye to use if ye still
wish to see. I ask only that ye dinna remove my chance to suicide but leaved it
within and bring it not into the light. I dinna believe we'll like each other after but I
will understand if ye wish not to bear my company more. This key and my love as my
friend are all I have to gie thee. Pray, use both well.
With hair from our fathers body we were dressed to impress.
from the finest weavers who were especialy blessed.
Fruits made to make you merry as the food was shared.
with hoots of laughter carrying the old ones now unaware.
The family was more old and young now.
And the parents had a task to tend.
The harmony had ended like the plow!
Man was now bent over something to mend!
There was discontent and drunkeness,
and fights both mouthed and spilled.
Fairness unlearnt in foolishness,
brought flight towards the distant hills.
I remained with my father to tidy up the place.
holy bloodstained splatters of the human race.
I wear his clothes that he made himself!
Sharing my robes of all the worlds wealth!
Music is my high,
Soda is my drink.
Sugar is my ecstacy,
Laughter is my drunkeness.
Anime is my anti-drug,
Strobe lighting is my LSD.
Dreaming is my hallucinogen.
Imagination is as psychedelic as I can get.
Being with family is when I'm as relieved as I can get.
Happiness is as sober as I can get.
Masturbation is as stimulated as I can get.
Orgasming is when I am as relaxed as I can get.
Poetry is my coping mechanism,
Art is my creative outlet.
Writing is my addiction,
Reading is my inhalation.
Exercise is my steroid,
Food is my shrooms,
Cooking is my sniff.
Gaming is as tripped out as I can get.
Being with friends is when I'm as hyped as I can get.
Depression is as down as I can get.
Inner strength is as strong as I can be addicted.
Internet browsing is as stoned as I can get.
Dancing is my adrenaline,
Overtiredness is my hangover.
Cake mix is my acid,
Sparkling juice is my booze.
Soberity is my perspective,
Shopping is my drug-dealing.
Healthy as can be, drugs not for me.
lost in drunkeness
we share one thought that late night
beneath the covers
O, come to our feast,
Suspend your drinking laws,
We've plenty of the Beast,
Guffaw! Guffaw! Guffaw!
This Beast is called Red Rum-
It's very potent, too.
Those who drink it-numb,
Their conscience runs askew!
It's the lifeblood of our Cause,
A right, a guarantee.
Our product has no flaws-
'It' wasn't meant to be!
Our Cause is such a lofty one,
The choice of all Elite,
Sovereigns have a lot of fun,
Red Rum is such a treat!
Red is our sign of victory,
Rum has the taste of bliss,
Freedom is our revelry,
A blessed drunkeness!
Red will mean a sacrifice,
But necessary is our choice,
Rum itself will not suffice,
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Who hails from yonder pew,
To argue for a life?
The thing is mere tissue,
Why cause us undue strife?
I have found your logic crude,
You morals, very rude!
Personally, you're a prude.
And, I'm really not in the mood!
"You have 'it' backwards, dude!"
My heart erupts like a volcano
bursting with scathing songs,for
the lobes of tyranny,fattened
by the deceptive lyrics,from
sycophantic lips
My tongue,a molten kalam,shall
consume the valve of fear,preaching
caution to frustrated souls,now
my music must rise ,from
the din of ancient sighs,remixed
in the swelter of pain and anguish,rehashed
in the gurgling sound,of
blighted bellies
My anvil honed labial,shall
spin arrows to pierce,their
stubborn ossiccles and
invade the cosmos of haughty drunkeness
My strident cry shall spin a noose,for
the drooling neck of despotism,hawking
chaos on our conflagrating land,where
swamp dwellers bath with spittle,and
princes pawn peasant's heritance
My touching tune shall rouse,fascist
minds to the scent ,of
our brewing anger,and
restless impatience
I shall continue to sing until,this
gathering storm harvest hearts,and
stir furious fists,to deal
deathly blow to the cenotaph of tyranny.
Is it because life pleads with love
Or love keeps longing for life
I still live on
Even as the hearse waits
Leaning on my gate
Is it because I flock
With doves of your bosom
And harvest poetry
Zealous scalpel scarifies them
Leaving wounds resembling a clown's grins
And I see a hasty autumn
Plucking away your wayward curls
From your mane's nights
Locks after locks till your face is
Only an empty moon on a purple pillow
I find myself in a dream
In a deserted garden
Under a thundering sky
Chipping away lumps of frozen tears
From the bust of Venus
And I see eyes of the goddess
As blank as fate's promises
When I wake up
I see you in deep slumber
Like a ripening ear of rice
Swaying in gentle lullaby of lazy winds
And I wonder
Had it not been for the mutinous cells
You would be dancing in the rain by now
Sprinkling on my face drops of wet laughter
Letting your rain-soaked tresses loose wildly
In sweet drunkeness
Somewhere in the mountains
But then
Hoping for the days
Where cicadas dream to whisper like snow
Where pine twigs burn like incense in bushfires
Where sparrows tell stories to pumpkins on thatched roofs
Where cows return home in gold dust of a bronze sunset
Where before the sun drowns itself in the red river
You once raised
Hem of your dress above the blue veins on your ankles
And waded in foamy waves carefreely
I'm left with nothing
But to curse the uprising bluntly
With no malice to crabs
VAN GOGH’S BLUES
We wake up on the same day
a hundred years later.
It's a very long first date.
The kind you hate to miss.
Now I'm up against the chocolate bars
playing symphony fantastique
in my lines going nowhere
walking the dirt walk towards Van Gogh
making my way
back to that concrete road
where I crossed
to the candy store
with the dollar in my hand
running from speeding Limousines
heading for their movie deals
into Kerouac's life screaming for more details
and wondering about Cassady
not wanting to go on without his
funny arrested stolen drunkeness
They say we can work with you
say that's fantastic, we'll take it.
In the ultimate heaven true peace you'll find, when things of
This world are left behind, no lying tounge will you there
Bind, no false teaching, or drunkeness, unless; of Gods
Spirit in kind' no more theiving or idolatry or hate; no rage
No letchery at this improved life state.' Vistas of beauty
All around.' A place of no discord where love abounds.'
Now on hell, I'll cast some thought to you, its heavily populated
If what I hear is true?? Its incedibly hot.' Theres sulphur gas
And demonic wails to top the lot.' There can be no lying
Once your in.' And words are useless with all the din.' So
You'll find no false teaching..Well whats the sense? No idol
Can save you..Now no offence!! You can't get drunk in this
Punishment place' There can be no letchery, and you're held in
Place, your chains are darkness..Your thirst intense it
Will get you screaming..' So in a sense? There are similaritys with
Heaven and hell, he's a copier 'old satan.I i often hear tell.'
So its up to choice; from what i see, I think I'll call on Jesus
Oh yes.' its that boring Heaven for me, may it be!!
I'm drunk now...
Hardly write at all
But any more it's all I do
To rid the memory of the skank I screwed
Then she came back so unforgiving
To kill me again
And hold the pen I will
To stab her heart with a vengence
Scribbles turn to scrolls
As my face becomes numb
Then I turn violent, territorial
Destroying friendships after shots
And making alliances before death
My hate grows stronger after I bang
Then my anger gets even larger
My violent ways grow
As my alcoholic words seem to decimate
All whjat is and was
All I think about is what's now
Not later or gone
Everything has become habitual
After killing so many who can blame me
666 is the number for worship
But rebellion is all for me
Though I still create death in mind
I reek of smoke of burning bodies
My revenge will be met
And my death mte after theirs'
Whiskey and beer influence
These thoughts, so random
Yet hunger overcomes drunkeness
Then I cut, drink and fall again
Tonight, my darling, I said tonight I found you
I found you, like always, passed out on the floor
Just behind you, I, just behind you I saw
Something else that, that, that caught my eye
You on the floor, dead in your sleep
After a long night, I said, after a long night
A night filled with drunkeness, cocaine, and with music
A night filled with watching the needle; seeing you use it
I found you, my baby, I found you on the floor
Just walked over you to, to, to, just get through the back door
My, my head its still spinning and I, I know what for
Walking with bruises, with scars; body's sore
Inside I'll creep back, creep down 'cause I'm yours
Stunning beauty! Her face truly was.
She was shaped more like a lovely vase.
Her steps left footprints of lust.
My marital vows, in dust.
Drunkenness painted her with no flaw.
Liquor whispered love to her hearing,
But when she turned, beer stopped its cheering.
Booze brewed my sins with bare hands!
My shame buried in the sands.
Then, devil took over the steering.
Alcohol whispered lust to me firsthand,
I mistook my wife for a one night stand,
Drunkeness brought me the blame
Beer! Why put me into shame?
Booze then made me cry dry, tears of my gland.
8th October, 2024.
Drunkenness
You used to come home late at night,
While I was still sleeping.
You used to slam all the doors,
While mom started weeping.
Who was this man before us?
Only his face I recognized.
Who was this man who swore to stop?
But only told us lies.
Sleep was like medicine for you,
In the morning you’d appear.
And plead for forgiveness,
Like you’ve done for over a year.
Though my heart would say yes,
My mind could not forget.
And after all of this time,
I’m still not over it yet.
You took from me security,
Something a child desperately needs.
I’m fearful of closing my eyes,
For you planted the seed.
You battled with this addiction,
Not wanting to be saved.
You stayed with the bottle,
Right up to your grave.
* Written for a friend who lost his father to drinking.