Best Liquored Poems
Imagination nude
liquored and lacquered lips
ember-breathing phoenix
..lighter fluid magic
when let loose near a flame..
combustible thigh-highs
when moonshine-high is nigh—
the moon she bathes in dreams
I have you both in hand
my tongue slick and sleek seeks
to taste the fruits of fields
intoxicated snake
oh! my lust a slither
a quiver serpentine
squeeze innocence with sins
revive the withered vine
anthurium’s shield leaf
your phallic sword unsheathed
exotic frolic fire
in heart-shaped bloom I burn
fire-water-pulse untamed
grabbed by the mane restrained
—unrestrained dreams unleashed
tequila genie free
sassy-frassy lassie
a parasol in pink
frilly and unfolded
beholder beholden
to climb aboard and fly
feminine flamingo
through shaken sky uncorked—
liquid-libido rains
as thirst and thunder reigns
just drop the reins and ride
bridal sweet bridle free
yah barefoot and bareback
yes! drain the bottle dry
free way ticket three way
trifecta perfecta
primal energies spoon
la belle ‘Bianca’ blanc—
wine-skinned mademoiselle
Categories:
liquored, desire, fun, imagery, romantic
Form:
Free verse
Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet performing a role
She has a striking body and her hair is curly and luxuriant
It makes patrons’ thoughts lean towards prurience
As the evening lumbers on, Flim-Flam’s dancing slows to a crawl
She’s tired, hungry and wants to curl up and bawl
A huge man approaches the stage sneering at her with tight dark eyes
He’s obese, sweaty, dirty, and wears an obscene leather tie
Flim-Flam looks down and backs up in mortal fear
It’s her stepfather; he’s found her; he staggers as he leers
He hollers. “Got ya, Gal, you gonna be sorry you ran away – you hear?”
He grabs at Flim-Flam, but a bouncer steps in with a bone-crushing slam
Her stepfather pulls a hunting knife bellowing and slashing
But the bouncer is bigger, fitter, and not afraid of grabbing
Crazed bullies, liquored, riled up and flailing
The bouncer drops the stepfather to marry the floor
Disarms him, pins him while hollering, “Flim-Flam, get out the back door”
Slamming into the bouncer’s 4x4, Flim-Flam hunkers down weeping
She hears sirens, people shouting, cursing, tires screeching
She hears the Miranda given just before she slides into oblivion
A gentle hand shakes her awake, it’s the bouncer, his name is Jake
Her new husband smiles with kindness, his love shining forth
“We’re going north to the farm where I was born and want to live my life
With you by my side, not “Flim’Flam”, but Grace Marshall, my wife
He holds her close whispering, kissing, reassuring
“Va-Va-Voom” disappears; a happy ending, a promising beginning.
Categories:
liquored, life, love
Form:
Rhyme
Footsteps in the hall
Hiding in my darkened room
Smell his liquored breath
Please don't daddy, I'll be good
Please don't hurt me any more
Categories:
liquored, daughter, father, sad,
Form:
Tanka
Old Jacob was hard, but that was the only life that he knew,
At fourteen made his first cattle drive and was top hand with the crew.
He could ride, rope, wrangle, and shoot,
And helped to hang a many owl hoot.
Indians on the prairie, some were okay,
But there was those that would lift your scalp and not a word would they say.
But that was the west and why men relied on there gun,
Cause mister dealing with rustlers and Indians sure ain’t no fun.
Well those that stayed with the drive at the end of the trail,
Had a few months worth of money and some yarns they could tell.
Not all blew their money on liquor and ladies,
Some were God fearing and knew about Hades.
Many a good cowpoke lost his life in those joints,
Getting all liquored up and going for his gun to make his point.
It would be all for nothing when the smoke cleared away,
The undertaker would be the reaper of rewards on those mournful days.
Old Jacob rode the trail till a stampede broke his back,
Caused by some rustlers as they made their attack.
Laid up for months he had to relearn to walk,
He hated for people to point at him and to gawk.
He stayed to himself in a little cabin out west of town,
And when he’d come in for supplies it would be after the sun would go down.
Never once asked for help just weren’t his way,
Old Jacob was my friend and that’s about all I guess I can say.
Categories:
liquored, adventure, cowboy-westernlife, money,
Form:
Verse
Legendary lovers lay low,
Lurking longingly like lorikeets,
Languishing beneath a clump of larches,
Lena flirting with Leander
Lunching on lotus flowers,
Lost bearings to all.
Liquored up into a dual lullaby
Listening to a lay from Lake Lethe,
Eyes lit in lambent love.
Luck lifted their luminousness.
Greek Lord livid at their love
Lashed lightning
And locked them both out
Love flickered into oblivion.
Placed 1
11 December 2020
Alliteration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
liquored, lost love,
Form:
Alliteration
Fruit and nut i n f u s e d , so
flavourful and liquored.
Favorite Christmas TREAT !
Flour, nuts, fruit combined, and
for three weeks B R A N D Y laced.
Frosty cream top- a real,
family TRADITION.
_______________
December 10, 2016
Poetry/Pleiades/Verse/Fruitcake
Copyright Protected, ID 16-856-900-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, My Merry Christmas Party
Pleiades Contest, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Third Place
Categories:
liquored, christmas, food,
Form:
Verse
(Up-Tempo Shuffle)
VERSE A
Each war of personalities
Within your crowded soul
Reaps a gasp of mystery
Anticipated - anticipated ...
But just a flash of golden-green
One sweetened liquored gaze
I'm on a slope that's slippery
Intoxicated - intoxicated - oh
CHORUS 1
I drink you like a madman - ma-ad-man
With cubes of sugar, sugar - sugar, sugar, Baby
I'm clouded like a bad man - ba-ad-man
Bittersweet those sugar highs
Behind your absinthe eyes
VERSE B
You share your social destiny
Your bitter wormwood heart
Those classic drastic emojis
Interrogated - interrogated ...
But all you have to give to me
Is that mossy smouldered look
The surest way to poison me
Contaminated - contaminated - oh
CHORUS 2
I drink you like a madman - ma-ad-man
With cubes of sugar, sugar - sugar, sugar, Baby
I'm clouded like a bad man - ba-ad-man
Bleeding heart for all that lies
Behind your absinthe eyes
BRIDGE
Oh-oh, I drink you in
Oh-oh, that sip of sin
Oh-oh, I'm lost if I begin
(Solo)
CHORUS OUT
I drink you like a madman - ma-ad-man
With cubes of sugar, sugar - sugar, sugar, Baby
I'm clouded like a bad man - ba-ad-man
Angels weep as heaven cries
Behind your absinthe eyes
I drink you like a madman - ma-ad-man
With cubes of sugar, sugar - sugar, sugar, Baby
I'm clouded like a bad man - ba-ad-man
Drowning in a sea of sighs
Behind your absinthe eyes
Behind your absinthe eyes
Behind your absinthe eyes.
* The music for this song has been written, and it WILL be on my upcoming
album/CD - watch for updates on my web site @ www.bahku.com *
Categories:
liquored, beauty, love, metaphor, passion,
Form:
Lyric
He walked, he danced
His shadow played the deck
She talked him to his wallet
And out of his pants
Like whiskey
Her lips, liquored up his thoughts
With a lisp
She whispered finally found
Portland had a mime
No one seemed to understand
Care to doubt or bother to mind
That Portland had a mime
Yes Portland had a mime
Her art was a distinguished lust
He was a character in this film of love
His mother taught and warned of such
His father smirked and enjoyed it much
Portland had a mime
No one seemed to understand
Care to doubt or bother to mind
That Portland had a mime
Yes Portland had a mime
Jessalyn
was Portland’s finest mime
She acted, frowned and smiled
Called it life once or twice
Charlie was a boy
young and full of awe
She kissed his hands
He dug his grave
Charlie died a man
Categories:
liquored, adventure, life, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
Jack is in love
with his main trigger squeeze
Daniel’s in love,
got bottled up
Passion
pressure is a light pull release
Drawing the corked trigger
puts a Happy Hour liquid cap in his heart
His precious metal baby
ain’t no gun shy lady
She gives him heated recoil satisfaction
They both got a kinetic, spherical attraction
Her quicksilver hair trigger
makes his whole body quiver
Jack’s her hot finger man,
his praising tongue never gets jammed
Daniel’s bullet affection always grows bigger,
gives her steamy hot flashes that deliver
J.D. is liquored up in love
with his main trigger squeeze
She’s a Gun-and-Barrel gal,
a metal bathing suit beauty queen
An ammo pin-up centerfold sex machine,
in a Soldier of Fortune magazine
Mr. Jack Daniel
is so liquored up in love
with his Miss Beretta 9-mil baby
They’re richly joined to the hip,
strapped on leather to skin together
She’s a porcelain face stone killer —
a sleek, sexy death dealer
Gives J.D., her main lover, climax shivers:
That intoxicating power ******,
when he squeezes her clicked trigger
Categories:
liquored, allusion, dark, love, sick,
Form:
Burlesque
only trash can blow
on the prickly pavement
no mind is
not precious
no flesh can blow.
a women with three
teeth and liquored breathe,
and carrying a sleeping
bag can
never blow
to everyone,
here is a soul
can they not cry?
can they not see day?
they roam the streets, with
freedom and pain
I pour my heart,
for everyone's jeans
are stained
Categories:
liquored, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Writings my love, and so are you.
I need both, yet most of all you.
My emotions, I . . . can keep hid.
Since I’ve known you, that’s all I did.
Now lost you are and blank I am.
So, to be sure you won’t know them.
When I’m liquored or when I’m me.
Apathetic, I shall always be.
I do not know what else to write.
For no more words I see in sight.
Categories:
liquored, 12th grade, allusion, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
"WATERFALLS AND NIGHTMARES"
I was in bed naked when she walked in.
she leaned in to fix the pillow behind my head.
her breasts stared at me like owls of the night
from an unintentional opening in her blouse.
I grabbed both of them, she looked at me
expressionless.
back she went and dropped her jeans.
she had no underwear.
she threw a leg and placed herself just above
my knee.
she moved, making herself feel good.
I could see just how fast it was all coming
together and every thought she had ever had
about me was about to be as real as the black
heart of the man who destroyed her.
"wait... we can't do this. we can't. you belong to
her," she said.
she pulled herself away, stared at me, lost in
the war she was now in...
then, she left.
sometime that afternoon, I walked into my
room and laid back on my bed.
I felt something firm when I suddenly couldn't
move my legs to the other side.
I pulled the blanket back, there she was with
a smile that the gods themselves would hang
over their fireplace.
she was wearing a sheer lingerie gown that
was covered in lilac.
the gods had given her to me but as quickly
as they giveth they taketh away.
I woke up, alone in bed, left with nothing but
the world and it's disappointments.
the gods at the bar got liquored up and laughed
as I turned blue.
love is a red lipstick kiss on a cocktail napkin.
love is a phone number on a cocktail napkin.
love... everything on a cocktail napkin smeared
by the drops from your glass.
By: Chicano Eddie
3172017
Categories:
liquored, absence, addiction, art, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
To hear the sounds that laughter sends
Soaring beyond the earthly realms
To taste the liquored lips of death
And breathe my last shallow breath
For one does not know of fear
Until the wretched curse is near
Young and old alike will feel the cold of endless night
Or seek respite within the song
Of lights triumph over fog
I seek her out in distant lands
The young maiden of the sands
Whose mother’s touch doth bring the tides
And father’s breath bring forth the light
I found her laying upon a hill
Overlooking the temples which man had built
And I asked her if these places of god,
Served the purpose of truth
She then spoke to me with eyes still shut,
And passed on knowledge beyond human thought
That those who die in valiant wars,
Receive no more than gold and ore
But men whose lives are led by the belief,
In the holiness of every spirit,
And the adultery of deceit
Will forever find a home beyond this plane
And achieve everlasting love unaltered by pain
Categories:
liquored, angel, confusion, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Lumina’s Light
Light had faded in reflection from start to finish bitter battered final end
Bright mirror’s prisms a blinding darkened prison in her luscious name
Long lost love conceived in lust and lustre looming large from liquored loins
Undone contaminated utterly unscripted used usurped unleashed by man in
Manic malice corrupted massacred monstrously moving through murky mud
Innocent inconceivably conscripted to illness indecision incisive icicles imbibed
No nascent numinous naivety just noxious narrative concealed in naked novelty
Arrived at audacious ardour converted authenticity anticipated from her axes
Life had burnt Lumina’s candle at both ends from start to finish in a never ending
Loop towards atrocity and back from awful angst to loops and loops of loneliness
Long last she searched her name for lighter meaning for Life Ubunthu Magnitude
Illustrious Namely Absolution and shone in radiant light of who she truly was
26th July 2017
Categories:
liquored, love,
Form:
Light Verse
This is the last poem forming a trilogy of Spenserian Sonnets written in trochee pentameter relating to the sea. The first poem is titled Mike's Bar, second poem Shanghaied, third poem Bucket Of Bolts.
Servin' me hard time on boat that's steamin',
doin' me best keepin' engines goin',
stokin' fire and me sweat greatly streamin',
dripping, I must keep the coal a throwin'.
Gotta stay the furnace face a glowin',
breakin' me back goin' somewhere so far.
Haven't seen the light of day not knowin'
time when I could see a lonesome bright star.
Why did I drink wine with Rose in Mike' Bar?
She bedeviled me with wine and sweet kiss.
Old tooth liquored me good, showing me scar.
She slips me a Micky these good eyes miss.
Leavin' bucket o' bad rusty bolts sure.
Taking me chance jumping boat when we moor.
Categories:
liquored, august,
Form:
Sonnet