Best Flagons Poems

Then I Opened That Door…

To The Question: “How was your Day?” came this response…

The other day I arrived at work and found my chair was gone.  Oh the Horrors!
No way to rest at my desk.  I looked and scurried all about for it.
Someone...

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though rather late, I woke up
i might have thought I wasted time in nodding
but what a wonderful dream I had

the hoary woods crew
danced on my eyelids
sourced balsam scent and poppies
the floaters
fresh and cruel motivators

i limp along, with a beard so long, and cane
my knee’s bent,...

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You'll see the truth 
when it comes in on the breeze
      Caught in the 
moving winds of time
      Old realities 
  pass us by 
     and we are suddenly 
ready...

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On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring...

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Ask you men do ye yet ken still acting in the right?
Of better days and other ways
We faced each day and night
Whispered secrets of delight enchanted dreams of youth
Wisps of withered warps of worth
Without the ring of truth
Who owns it now? that treasured gem
That gleam...

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(THE TAKANINI VERSION)

Glazes eyes affixed to life’s heavy hinged seal,
waiting for 11am to be served his liquid meal.
Empty flagons he carries with a shaky mournful hurt,
red nose prominent, pant’s half-mask, torn shirt!

Once inside he alleges not to rush,
doing it right, with the odd apologetic push.
But...

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Happy May Day, all you PS boys and girls...EVOE!

Squeeze a cherry and let it sit,
And don't forget to take out the pit.
Let it ferment,
At least a day as a rule,
To give it some zing
And a kick like a mule.
Do the same with the blackberry,
There on...

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A darkened world of dank false dreams, 
painted with whiskey to mask my screams, 

I'll blame the sun, the moon, the sky, 
I'll blame the well wishing passers by, 

I'll hide down deep in the sickly sweet, 
I'll hide from myself my head to my...

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Revisionist lies sold as materialistic truth
American tagged merchandise
voter bazaar discount barter
Stars and Stripes twenty-one gun salute
Intellectual dishonesty ... shifting core values
Leave compassion at the border,
separate the parents 
from their sons and daughters
Patriotic homilies be the verbal proof
of wavy cloth loyalty
Stock-in-trade inventory
historic laden with broken promises
Scarlet...

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... And be one eye , one soul 
as the world recedes , gone ,
away far climbs. Vanished like a 
driven cloud.
		He is merely flesh and blood Reality ;
slaughterhouse stumbling through script
	typed in selfless pursuit.
Wanting only quickened wit & Pupil's Needs.

Mortal simian image, which we...

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Dinas Bran

tell your tales 
share them with me
I have travelled far to listen

your walls remaining 
huddle forward like greyed old men
around a warming fire

let me sit quiet as the night
in your moon shaped shadow 
and dream as you do

walk across my thirsty mind
flagons filled with...

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Whether mine sails in torrents, or sunshine,
can walk on water or sinks beneath waves,
hubs always succeeds to lift me up.

Children, like flagons of ludicrous wine,
their knotty, cynical, humor I crave.
My reflection whirls in cherished cups.

Hours spent, biggety list, sugar-cubed day.
Galbreaths intertwine in how we’ve been...

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Carry to the king full flagons of wine,
this is your handmaiden’s duty mercy divine
Free-flowing ambrosia nectar fruit
mixed with stolen, silk tears of satin soft slavery
Pear-shaped heartache plucked,
a yearning branch uprooted from the bloodline tree
Comely cupbearer of the golden chalice,
harem handmaiden — 
pleasure prisoner in an...

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ON TURNING FIFTY

As my cousin turned fifty there was talk of AARP.

Two years behind Danny, I ask the million dollar question:

“What is AARP?” – “Oh you’ll find out,” my uncle laughs.

~

Fifty is the turning point -
No sense denying, we’ll all die one day.
For example, just...

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A single golden maple leaf rose on the wind twisting reflected sunlit flickers from her polished upper side, dancing in 
wind flung ecstasy of autumnal flight. Rising to disappear over the rooftop to wherever gusts took her. 

I watched from the bubbling hot tub, soaking...

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