Best Inebriates Poems
She met him in the interim,
that space between endings and beginnings;
a summer fling;
a sowing of her not so wild oats
was all that it was meant to be.
But he was so much more.
She found herself languishing
pool side on his patio
as long June afternoons
dripped like molasses into nights.
Sometime in July,
her illusion that she’d had of independence
burst like pyrotechnics in the sky.
And oh, those nights they imbibed!
Her nights with him ran
like the blood-red wine
in the goblets
cupped
by the trembling hands of two inebriates.
But the stems of those goblets
slipped quickly from their fingers,
and love’s elixir
spilled much too quickly
into tomorrow.
Along with the dry protracted days,
she - like desert grasses -
withered as she waited.
always thirsting for the nights!
But by the time August had arrived,
she also had come to realize that,
like the yellowed grasses,
she needed more than passion at dusk.
The nights, in fact,
had brought her
no less scorching than the sun.
And what she’d thought
was more than she could want
became much less
than he could ever give.
Some essential thing was lacking,
some need deep inside her
not being fulfilled.
In those long afternoons
as she'd waited for him,
she'd come to realize what was missing.
By September - back in school -
she knew her ardor for him
had barely waned,
yet still. . .
she knew what she had to do.
And so, she looked to autumn's advent
for October's cooling winds
to sweep away
the remnants
of ashes in her soul.
2/26/2015
For Laura Loo's Free Verse on Sadness (again) Poetry Contest
Categories:
inebriates, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
dedicatation about nature colors and beauty to my love,my beautiful soul @fadingstarsilence ???tata micia ..you are my masterpiece in this universe
Sparkling nocturnal sky of constellations and glimmering stars,
wraps our twining souls in their divine light, in
a masterpiece of splendor and magic, my Venus.
Brushstrokes of pastel colors painted with the palette of your majestic prismatic aura, of a tangerine dawn upon sapphire skies of cotton candy, as soft as the touch of your depth that blankets mine, my Korean princess.
Delicate silk rose petals, of waltzing butterflies across turquoise crystalline waves of our ocean home, your heartbeats happily dance in the ballroom of my heart, in graceful movements and enchanting elegance, for my eyes get lost in your beauty, my marvelous creature.
Tequila sunrise of bright rays illuminate the diaphanous gazes of our inner child, merging their empathy in a bouquet of cherry blossom pureness, my Aphrodite.
Seraphic mellifluous melodies and symphonies of songbirds serenading our love song, enveloped in a dreamscape of palm trees and white sand, reading your deepest thoughts through the book of your lunar irises, discovering
infinite horizons of incandescent colors of your being, in a canvas of breathtaking sensations along my spine in the core of my soul, my beautiful soul.
Elixir of love in lavender fragrances, inebriates our senses in a paradisiacal ecstasy of devotion, as fresh breezes caress our days, like wings of Cherubim angels, my great love.
We are the everlasting exhibition of the universe, a completion in its jasmine perfume of forever us.
Eternally you, the ocean of my breaths
my infinito
Categories:
inebriates, flower, for her, love,
Form:
Free verse
I dream
Of you
Nights of rain
Upon my window
Pain
Ebbs away in my desires
Along a river of wavy romance
In a far away place
Wine inebriates me
As I watch lovers amble on by
The wind caressing my back
Strolling in memories to my empty room
On the left bank of the Seine
Categories:
inebriates, autumn, beauty, heart, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
Wind inebriates
Falls into drunken stupor
Crater forms on Earth
Categories:
inebriates, adventure, earth, earth day,
Form:
Haiku
April's roses scent inebriates every sense
below the Gothic cathedral
cardinals doze
draping their wings over
evergreen plants
foreshadowing a cool sunset
griffins guard the bell-tower
hampering the intruders
inflicting fear on the jackals
jaundiced they hide into a jalopy
kapok is soft as cotton
ladybugs allow no sleep
manifesting vulgar wit
nibbling on naugat
oblitaring any sweetness
prie-dieu is her comfort
quickning my understanding
ravishing the merry opus
shedding light on her faith
tending toward forgiveness
unquestionable in its promise
verboten to dishonor it
wimple as sworn devotion
xenophobe not permitted
yodeling is immense praise
zither plays a Gregorian chant
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
inebriates, on writing and words
Form:
ABC
The only thing that exceeded the dinginess of this rat-hole bar was its stuffiness. I
stopped in the place to make change for a parking meter just outside its door. God! It was
awful in there, and I wondered, how in the hell the three inebriates sitting at the bar
were able to breathe. I made a futile attempt to hold my breath, but the bartender knew
his effort was a no-sell, took his grand old time getting to the cash register. I just
couldn’t hold my breath any longer.
There was a very old *hit-kicker song lamenting about a lost love while the barflies were
adding to the toxic atmosphere with their continual chain-smoking. Finally, the barkeep
reached where I was standing and slammed the four quarters down on the bar with a loud
bang, that it startled the sots into momentary soberness; but just as quickly, they
lowered their heads and continued staring at the legal poison sitting in front of them.
I said thanks and turned to leave, but not before I was compelled to show my displeasure
for his rudeness by asking him, “By the way, you wouldn’t know the average life expectancy
of your patrons, the ones who frequent this rat hole, would you?” Before he could reply, I
was out the door.
Not all jackasses
Bray, nor do they have four legs;
Some are just blockheads.
Categories:
inebriates, people, placesold, old,
Form:
Haiku
1
Last night dinner
with four couples
points out the difficulties in living together
and apart.
Even the
son of a wealthy doctor, disdainful of
inebriates more artificial than the moon,
full, full of joy for humanity
and life
suffers deepening depressions
like the mist outside a lamplight.
It was a good restaurant
expensive but comfortable
in the alternate life-style way
the cook was a hairy
talented clown
and we clowned though beneath each
facade
was turmoil and decay.
We lay
beside each other like bones
in a boneyard
and find joy (I do anyway)
in the bone dance
to bone music.
2
Without a thought for slash fuel
or deer, the mist
deepens and deteriorates upon
the mountain. The mountain
completely unaware
of its greenness. The ice
is centuries old.
A red-tailed hawk
floats above the unit
observes what small mammals, birds
are in the clearcut
Awaits
the moment
to strike
or fades away almost
silent as the mist. I dream
of it, though I am awake
among my co-workers, the bullet
system zinging cut logs down
to the road, bones.
3
Pardon
me you mountains
for coming to the edge
without mystical knowledge
or belief, only love and wrinkled
eyes for the women and men who
light the fires and wield the chain saws,
drive the cat, swing the ax, I
completely laugh among them like a god
yes, although my face is a mask of hate
and pain, what god does not come to this field
of flowers out of fear and confusion and chains
product of the hot anvil and hot engine
of human history.
This duality, these bone-breaking dualities
this volcanic eruption erupting from some
confluence of beheaded forces, one
powerful with eternity, one
blinding with intensity, meet
and in the middle is me.
It’s slicker'n two wet snots out there today,
my crew boss warns.
Life bests my best synthesis of it
so I begin to pray
for a happy combination
of sun and mist.
Categories:
inebriates, confusion, dark, fear, girl,
Form:
Free verse
I am attracted by
Virtuous notes
A capable sound
From a Steinway & Sons grand piano
A mighty orchestra
Unknown melodies
A child prodigy at the keyboard
A Gift of Peace
The hammer that strikes golden strings
Of a grand piano.
Bravo. Hurrah.
A Laurel, a performance hardly heard
Attentive spectators rejoice
The vaults of the concert hall
Reflect corpulent sounds
Gershwin’s Allegro or Lento
'Scherzo Con Brio' without hardship
The child pianist
That angels also listen
Of a talent that inebriates like wine
And the key to a distant remembrance
It is now a choral
Then a horn sound
Of at an Imperial Andante
Then the violins all around
Fiery Rondo. Dreamy adages.
Arpeggio and a madrigal
Finally, the Grand Finale
Without hesitation
Categories:
inebriates, beauty, emotions, music, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Clear garish winds’ ascent grew plumbs renowned
Enunciating deftly to my heart:
If yon soot night inebriates the crowned,
No Lawyer can persuade a fire part.
Mere pigeons love blood in God’s tapestry,
Demure lungs and wrong idea atriums
Absolvent till Noon, their brewed majesty
Thwarts Edelweiss e’en to Chrysanthemums.
Dim cores all fight the luring sword of grace
Devout as Time sunk in an ink-tipped quill.
Touché, relaxing, elegant Lovelace:
Gore Kinderheim, by Night caress the ill.
The madness sways croon lig’ments by the shore,
For dances do all mired hearts censure.
Categories:
inebriates, conflict, lost,
Form:
Sonnet
Apart apart from the land of dreams
And the wish that once redeems
Apart apart from the center of hopes
Let the breeze takes it and mopes
Apart apart from a selfish soul
Teaching the heart to lurch and stroll
Apart apart from an endless pain
That inebriates you like champagne
Apart apart from a heavenly maid
Whose beauty masks the masquerade
Apart apart from an hour of joy
Which turns to be your deploy
Categories:
inebriates, depression
Form:
Couplet
I'm working off my sins in the usual way,
A Cornish knight of no worship,
Languishing amid the aroma
Of easy women and open bets.
Don't tell the boss, but I'd do it for free
So long as the whiskey holds out
And the law don’t flower in the Dakotas.
After all, there’s harder ways to pay one’s bar bill
Than to play piano to a room full of tin-eared inebriates.
And arrogance never has been
An obstacle to my contentment.
One of the finer points to being a bad ass
Is knowing when to fight,
When to f*ck,
And when to go for your gun.
Can I play?
Hey Carolina, I’m gonna lay your sister down.
Hey Carolina, I’m gonna lay your sister down.
I’ll ride her hogtied on the buckboard
All the way to Yankton town.
Categories:
inebriates, allegory, western,
Form:
Blank verse
This paralyzing Dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume,
I don’t believe I’m here to battle my
Demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat his
Creation?
Valerie prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala. I
preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
Fosters?
Categories:
inebriates, dream, imagery, love, muse,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme