Best Soused Poems

Fly me to the moon
                              And let me play the stringed tunes,
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Part 1

Onion

the delicacy of friendship

I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.

Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell

Friend...

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Let's live in a fairytale, 
you can chase away the dragons, 
who's smoke breathes to life, 
the nightmares in my dreams.

I can be your Princess,
You can hold me in your arms,
Like a Knight in shinning armor,
And hush away my screams. 

No more wasted time,
with smoke...

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It's shadowed in darkness, growling like a hound
Creeping about, whispering as it slithers around
Begging for attention, for it desires to be found
Silence is loud when its echoes continually resound

Behold, it comes masked, disguised in these places
Preying on the gullible ones with innocent faces
Cajoling as a...

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Locked inside a summer dream that never ends 
I am a breathing tree, a pushing flower, a seedling 
Hemmed in by a sun that shines and never spends, 
I am a rose in a garden, filled with mystical healing 

Enfolded in the hour I am...

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Early morning delivers birdsong joys,
as the darkness is swept away by God.
Undulations for my ears, sonorous
and dear, over and over - I ponder
small bodies with feathers, noteworthy songs.

Why does their cadence console us each day
as the sunrise breaks forth with cheeriness?
How awfully sad that the...

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He could fight and win battles, could this General Ulysses Grant!

   Other of Lincoln's generals were continually sayin', "I can't!"

Though 'twas well-known that General Grant relished his schnapps,

   Even soused he could concoct solid battle plans by studyin' his maps.

Becomin' frustrated...

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through dawn fuzzy haze
 soused in sunrise cointreau rays
 sits the woozy moon




 Viv Wigley July 4th 2015
(For contest 'Drunken moon' sponsored by SKAT A)...

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Hoping everyday there will be a vicissitude in your thinking.
Irritation and repose.
Waiting.
For a text, a call, reticence.
White space on paper.
Empty.
I drank your wine.
I reveled in your game.
Laid nude and bent over your couch while you created rudiment on the floor beside my foot.
Vessel.
Held my breath,...

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On Ladies' Night, there was
A little discount on the drinks,
A custom quite old-fashioned
And surprising, too, methinks.

Who wouldn't like the bill reduced
When going out to eat?
A savings of some buckeroos
Is always kind of sweet.

But Ladies' Night in modern times
Just sounds so not P.C.
It harkens back to...

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shadowed in darkness, sniffing as a hound
creeping about without releasing  a sound
begging to be noticed, wanting to be found
silence is too loud when its echoes resound

behold, it comes creeping  to known places
among those of us who wear innocent faces
cajoling in soft whispers to...

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...my paris begins with those early days as as a conscious flaneur I recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty white girl clad head to toe in denim smiling wistfully while her...

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my paris begins with 
those early days 
as a conscious flaneur 
i recall the couple 
seated opposite me 
on the metro 
when i was still innocent 
of its labyrinthine complexity 
slim pretty white girl 
clad head to toe in denim 
smiling wistfully 
while her muscular...

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Early days as a flaneur;
I recall the couple 
On the Metro
When I was still innocent 
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Slim pretty white girl,
Clad head to toe 
In new blue denim, 
Wistfully smiling
While her muscular black beau 
Stared straight through me 
With fathomless, fulgorous orbs;
And one of...

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Grandpa had a good idea
for treating his sore knee.
He'd get a jar and fill it up
with raisins; and then he

would fill the jar with brandy or
at least with alcohol,
any kind would work for this
he wasn't picky at all.

He'd leave the raisins soaking
in the jar for...

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