Best Guzzles Poems
In Native American mythology
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others
I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard
Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx
(pause)
Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Perhaps both at the same time?
I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior
Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,
(pause)
Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?
For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,
Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,
ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………
Categories:
guzzles, animals, philosophy, visionary, woman,
Form:
Free verse
I’m proud to be a Yankee
they call us Uncle Sam,
We’re famous for our cola
and we invented spam.
We kicked out all the British
they taxed and kept us poor,
But then we started fighting
it was called the civil war
I’m proud to be a Yankee
now a super state,
You come here for your holidays
to enjoy the dollar rate,
We’ll greet you at the airport
with great big Donald Duck
And maybe you’ll see Mickey
if you’re really having luck.
I’m proud to be a Yankee
I drive a big flash car
It guzzles loads of gas
and a gallon won’t go far
Get a smaller car
I often hear them preach
But now it does not matter
B.P’s opened on the beach!
Categories:
guzzles, funny
Form:
Rhyme
An ideal husband doesn’t argue,
He never squabbles or swears,
Only about his wife he cares.
He always says kind words,
Doesn’t do anything that hurts.
Doesn’t play cards or guzzles away money,
Days and nights repeats: You are my honey!
Out of the rest he is much wiser,
He is not poor or a miser.
In all he is good and so nice,
Always gives a good advice.
An ideal husband is very strong,
And his wife is never wrong.
Even in bed he is the best,
Every day with him is a fest.
At other women he never looks,
And plus to that he nicely cooks.
He is so handsome and not boring,
And you will never hear him snoring.
His wife is blameless and so gorgeous,
She goes out and he’s not jealous.
In all his wife he loves to assist.
Does such a husband really exist?
It seems he can be found only in dreams.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Categories:
guzzles, funny, husband, wife, husband,
Form:
Rhyme
THE UNCOVERED ....
Blunders draped in bundles
of clandestine regalia
Passing each aurora, simmers
obnoxious guilty flames
Seized are its weapons
Silenced is its voice
Water-tight , to the exterior,
Access denied....
Conscience asphyxiated
Stupor it lay , simmering flame
deep inside......
The glittery outside
Embezzlement fills treasures
Tactfully guzzles glorious peace
Marbles conceal the blood
Glitter tantalizing the inner peace
Constellation of cromulent folk!
Tantamount to a golden knife
Sagacious choices crushed,
pulverised under heels
Brushes of pseudo smiles paint
the phoney pictures!
Remorse has gone to retreat
Armageddon struck...
Raging guilt, rising conscience
War they wage as they dare a battle
Before they fall and fade
Muster all might, they burn
Cellars melt to molten
Huge uproar and war cry
Burning splinters!
Cinders remain .....,
as unmasked truth!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
Categories:
guzzles, anger, art,
Form:
Free verse
"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk,
to servants sent before):
"And do not balk. When you uncork
good liquor, mark the door."
This way, the churchman planned to pass,
when pausing for a rest,
fun nights in vino veritas,
partaking of the best.
"So, sup the wine, and if it's fine,
write on the lintel (lest
I miss the sign and fail to dine
there) 'Vinum Bonum Est!'"
Off went the servant at a trot.
Would we were in his shoes!
To earn our pay, we play the sot,
by "testing" all the booze!
From bar to bar, he wanders far,
obeying that behest:
but "Vinum Bonum" starts to jar:
He shortens it to "Est"!
He sips this wine, he guzzles that,
and if he is impressed,
he makes a holy concordat,
and marks the doorway, "Est!"
Down through the Alps the servant wends,
to tread Italian soil:
so many blends, to greet as friends!
Unto his task, stays loyal.
Both white and red, their bottles bled,
are flowing like the Arno:
by destiny, the servant's led
to Montepulciano!
Volcanic slopes (some are the Pope's!)
make wine that's heaven-blessed:
and, titillated as he topes,
he chalks up, "Est! Est! Est!"
Some days elapse -- a week, perhaps.
Beneath the tavern's eaves,
round Bishop wraps the sweetest of traps --
he arrives, but never leaves!
The wine is fine -- almost divine --
Soft, like an angel's breath;
To toe the line, he's disinclined --
and drinks himself to death!
And though this tale's beyond the pale,
a moral you may wrest --
each holy grail's adorned with nails --
go slow with Est! Est! Est!
Categories:
guzzles, humorous,
Form:
Quatrain
Back, back to the joyful wood
where once you played at Robin Hood.
One-time playground, a beauty spot,
is now an Asda parking lot.
Back, back to the school bike shed
behind which you kissed or smoked instead.
You could buy a pack for half a crown.
The school's not there; the shed burned down.
Back, back to your very first catch,
together you were the perfect match.
Wonderful days and nights that were hot.
Now they are married, with children-a lot!
Back back to the car you first drove
that set you free to roam and rove.
Lovely then, but now you're aware
it guzzles gas, pollutes the air.
Back, back to the friends you once had.
They were young, weird, kooky, and mad;
what a gang, you were all wild and crazy.
Now we are all old, fat, and lazy.
Back, back to the old hairstyle,
it was a glorious purple pile.
Your mother and father were both appalled.
Unfortunately, now, you're primarily bald.
Back, back to relive your past,
those times you were having a blast.
Life was fun; it was all about play.
Why did it stop? Can no one say?
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Date wrote: 31st May 2022
Categories:
guzzles, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Storming through the day with joy and laughter
solitude and bliss
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
When I am Alone the cold rattles and pains my joints
This immobilizes me to my cheap twin spring mattress
Although the sun rips through my window
I see no brightness
Only darkness and gloom
When I am alone my thoughts are as clear as distilled vodka
My mind guzzles and drowns in a sea of insecurity
I think of no hope and no bliss
Categories:
guzzles, absence, anger, conflict, depression,
Form:
Free verse
If Tears Could Grow Flowers
If tears could grow flowers
I’d grow fields for you
When I think of how far away you are
I become very blue
I’ve cried more for you
Then you’ll ever know
I just wish where they fell
Flowers would grow
With a silent shudder
A tear lands on the ground
I’d be happier if in its place
A flower would be found
I’ve cried fields of dandelions
Which could have been wine
If I had you by my side
I’d be just fine
If a tear was a flower
I’d have an Aster so blue
A flower for your hair
Picked just for you
There are no flowers needed
On days when we are in the same spot
I don’t need flowers
Because crying I’m not
But most weeks I cry fields
To heal my wounded heart
Those are the weeks
When you must be apart
So as images of you
Leak out of my eye and roll down my face
I’d be so much happier
If a flower would grow in Its place
When you find your true love
And it is impossible for us to be near
There’s nothing to do
But shed a tear
When the thirsty ground guzzles the sadness
And nothing grows in its place
Sometimes it’s the harsh reality
We must face
Alas, my love I know you’re not going any where
I know exactly where you’ll stay
So my tears continue to fall
And I’ll have to pretend they’ll grow those flowered fields of May
As much as I hate it
And it makes me want to die
I can’t help but
To continue to cry
No matter
Even though we will be miles apart
I have you right next to me
Right here in the flowered field of my heart
Categories:
guzzles, longing, lost love, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Need More Power
Chasing a red light, cutting a corner, speeding like a devil,
does not win races if the engine still guzzles up diesel fuel!
09/24/2022
3:51 A.M
Aboard "Rhapsody of the Seas"
Cruising toward Limassol, Cyprus
Categories:
guzzles, car, power, race,
Form:
Rhyme
Cute Tiddles how she loves to play
She chases toy mice ev’ry day
Her furry clockwork mouse
She pats it round the house
If alive there’d be hell to pay!
She guzzles cool milk from her dish
then gobbles up smelly white fish
Puss is growing so fast -
Kitten hood doesn’t last
I delight to watch her flourish
She doesn’t need any invite
To clamber on my lap each night
I can hear her loud purr
As I stroke her gray fur
My Tiddles is such a delight!
FICTION POEM
Cat Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
8/9/18
Categories:
guzzles, cat, humorous, pets,
Form:
Limerick
He's beating me blue
I don't know what to do
He guzzles Everclear
The only time I don't fear
He's knocked out cold
Fear no longer has a hold
With the clothes on my back
I walk out just like that
Night cloaks my presence
I'm no longer on the defense
The pavement is wet
Mirroring my silhouette
The streetlights glow eerily
But they provide much clarity
The light at the tunnel's end
Hope begins to descend
Determined in my persistence,
I've walked a long distance
A bench provides comfort
So I sit, no longer on alert
He can no longer hurt me
Deluded love can no longer divert me
Alone in my thoughts
Stomach steadily untying its knots
A new life up ahead
Which I no longer dread
I sit on this bench
Safe from his painful clench
Alone in the night,
I anticipate my new life.
Categories:
guzzles, hope, inspirational, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
his drinking obscene
geezer guzzles a gallon —
impure milk cures spouse
7/5/2018
Mick Talbot’s Senryu Contest
Categories:
guzzles, drink,
Form:
Senryu
Prize primal play
Dance dazzling day
Frame fleeting flings
See senses swing
Grief guzzles grace
Flair finds fond face
Do dreamy dance
Chase curvy chance
Gifts gather grand
Feed feisty friend
Seize sensuous say
Wonder words way
Treasure true times
Calm creates chimes
Niche nearer now
Bright blossoms bow
Leon Enriquez
28 June 2016
Singapore
Categories:
guzzles, allegory,
Form:
Alliteration
Doom assails us here;
It consumes our today,
It guzzles our tomorrow
Belching what's left of us
With a rooted arrogance
That elongates the chain
Exchanging pleasure with pain!
Doom digs a malignant knife
Into the heart that holds life!
Heaven hides from our eyes
Woe fills our sighs,
The fearless are filled with tears,
The weaklings are clothed in fears;
No wall so thick,
No conjuror's stick!
The proud yet humble,
We crumble
We fall,
We diminish
We fade
Like a whiff of a morning mirage!
Souls throw their hands
In despair,
Bodies rot
In a gruesome lot
But wait..
In the distance a fading light beckons
A Saviour soon calls in a few seconds!
Categories:
guzzles, death, emotions, sad,
Form:
Ballad
A love burning bright
A hatred bringing fright
It ends in a blaze
Two hearts trapped in a maze
You loved your puzzles
For the masses to befuddle
Our blood forms quite the puddle
And the monster guzzles
La, la, la, la, la
You were my first
La, la, la, la, la
Watch my heart burst
When you let go I knew
And the reasons left me blue
Fight after fight I sought reasons why
Not to tell you goodbye
You loved your games
And tricks made your day
These would be your greatest shames
Because eventually you had to pay
La, la, la, la, la
Don't speak to me
La, la, la, la, la
Please set my heart free
La, la, la, la, la
Don't
La, la, la, la, la
Speak
La, la, la, la, la
Please
La, la, la, la, la
Don't
La, la, la, la, la
Speak
Please speak...
Categories:
guzzles, conflict, dark, heartbreak, love,
Form:
Free verse