Best Inebriate Poems

Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
    infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
       break...

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I know the land where the lemon trees flower
Where the sun paints a panorama by the hour
While its light caresses each curve of the land
Dispersing...

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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the...

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For quite a while we were cursing our almost ice age days and nights
Though we got our dear Santa, merry Christmas and fluid delight
Tasty chocolate...

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I LOVE THE RAIN (C) 2018
BY KWEEN YAKINI 


I love the rain
Let it rain 
Let it rain
I can feel it coming down
Just keep dripping on...

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(A Salute to Emily Dickinson)

I taste a liquor never brewed
In structured vats of men
Not all the tankards ever filled
Could reign this nectar in

Inebriate of Christ...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 55

What the human mind can conceive calculate
See beyond sight recall aeons lost in time
Yet we believe grandma tales...

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When a fetus or baby, I then could have been:

          Born to mother who died, or...

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The Day is Coming
By Franklin Price
3/29/2015

The day is coming, April one
The day for fools to have some fun
Much fooling time already spent
By those who run...

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This is my love letter to our lovely planet oasis
Alas taken for granted and abused on a daily basis
Through the years she’s provided me with...

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Love is like a green leaf 
innocent, delicate and soft 
tenderness of which brings
a sensation of pleasure to mind

Love is like a rainbow 
cheerful, playful...

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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)...

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What can I do? I’m helpless
Witches are stuffing my brain with straw
Pernicious thoughts raining spurious angels-
Sons of bloodsheds, their beautiful faces
Wait for a cab sailing...

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Who would have known,
your roots were hidden, deep,
beyond the shadows that would keep you,
dancin'in the street?

Being just a bum when it all began,
when you were...

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