Best Lifedrink Poems
Our goblet
We shall lay no longer in silent rest
Though whispered words, good-by;
As winter in its dark repose
Waits…
Till we drink our goblet dry
Still gaze with eyes that often see
And brush back your hair of gold,
For here wait all illusions held
When emotions hurry by
Now gone this day to twilight
Then after that to dark,
As recollections from our memories wait
Till we drink our goblet dry
By m.n.
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Why do they say they’ll just have a few
when they know there’s no way that statement is true.
And they drink what’s offered then ask for more
until all is gone, then in the morning they’re sore.
Why do they say, no problem have we
and yet they weave on their feet for all to see.
Denials they make then go home alone
and sometimes cry of their fate to their friends on the phone.
Why do they put off paying the bills that are due
when to drink them instead just puts them in a stew.
And what of this promise to pay as they beg money to borrow
when they know they won’t repay and they cause only sorrow.
Why do they keep going to the parties of which they hear
when not paying their share is what their friends fear.
And why do they believe we really want them around
when their true, stealing nature is finally found.
Why are their cars so loud and their insurance not paid,
so all they can afford is a junker to get laid.
Who wants to hang with them while they seek to destroy,
or suffer their depression while they act the killjoy.
They know who they are, though it’s deep down in their soul,
and they seldom admit it if they’re on a roll.
A drunk is what they are, and seemingly meant to be,
but oh my God is it true? Can this really be me?
Cooking with my true chef’s touch
Its why I like my food so much
All the time it hit’s the spot
You’d think it was a master plot
Olive oil and everything
Oh what joy some food can bring
You can roast it, toast it
Or chill it and grill it
Depends on what your going to plate
To serve food hot please don’t be late
Desserts will come when dinner is done
Some food is chilled I’ll have to run
Time to clean the mess that’s made
And put away my big chefs blade
I’ll go for drinks and socialize
Yes I drink its no surprise
I’ll eat and drink then get some rest
To this my friends they will attest
Its time to rest and close my eyes
All I see is food what a surprise