They left Southampton with a coal fire down below,
Olympic class of the White Star Line, little did they know.
Irish-built in Belfast, one iceberg was all it took as,
with insufficient lifeboats, the whole wide world it shook.
Departing Queenstown, compartments not all watertight,
unsinkable or so they said, until that tragic night...
(almost a six-day cruise).
She was poorly equipped and, as all good Captains do
(tho' that is not his due), Edward Smith
(and fifteen hundred souls or more)
went down with the ship.
And the band played on as the ship was going down,
were they blind (drunk?), out of their minds,
they were all about to drown.
Some thought 'Bravery,' others, 'Stupidity,'
(altho' cold as ice), I can say, quite categorically,
I would have jumped ship if it were me.
Tho' it's a deep subject, rock-bottom at very best,
the play on Broadway (take a bow) you won't see,
of lost lives and broken hearts
is... 'The Titanic, In Two Parts'.
You invited me in
discreetly laughing at moi
you gave me no words of encouragement
but only champagne wine
blind drunk I fell behind
still I tasted your marmalade peel
then you played sister moonshine
you sweetly sang hymns
i was a courtesan in your bewitching court
you quoted nonchalance
and blew out the candles
playing Hallelujah
I was a stranger in your room
falling down in your memory
Love and needlessness
need no confinement
Her date was suave; his place was swank
~ blind drunk back then, now draws a blank
Who am I to presuppose
The wine flowed deep that night?
But after waiting seven years,
To greet the morning light
And find her sister in your bed -
Well, something ain’t quite right.
It’s said that’s Leah’s eyes were weak,
But Jacob got blind drunk,
For how else could it be explained
’Twas Leah in his bunk?
(from Genesis 29)
King Hypocrite
We have the king of hypocrites, right here on the soup
With more chastising, straight from his stoop
Once again, he points his finger, from high on his wall
A brand new blog with the same childish bawl
Deleted in twenty-four, that’s his usual hit and run
He likes his big words that help hide his fun
He stands at his pulpit, his thesaurus in hand
It makes him feel smart, here in poetry land
He likes to praise your work and then throw a punch
He’ll tuck tail and run and be gone before lunch
He gets his mighty courage straight from the keg
He’ll get blind drunk and then hump your leg
The simple truth will always contradict him
So he looks for new poets and then plays the victim
Like the trolls before him, he’ll wobble on his wall
Then like humpty dumpty, he will crack from his fall
I can’t get behind the wheel, I’m disqualified
So I’m on the early morning train ride to the city
There are so many commuters, I join the throng
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
We are packed like sardines crushed side by side
Makes me wish I’d never driven when blind drunk
It’s many years before I can get my licence back
Now I rely on trains or friends or take a taxi ride
I wish I could drive my car, that can’t be denied
But I got caught and ended up before the judge
Got banned from driving, I had to pay a huge fine
I’ve lost my good character; and my sense of pride
I began drinking heavily when my dear wife died
It spiraled out of control but I don’t deserve any pity
As being four times over the limit cannot be justified
Fiction poem for Contest
3. Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
03/09/20
A blind poet stumbles into a bar
Counts the number of drunk patrons there are
Adds up all the burps
Plus all the loud slurps
Drives them home in his brand-new sports car
Here’s a tale about Kermit the frog
When blind drunk he slipped off a wet log
Miss Piggy was forlorn
Her dear ‘Kermie’ was ‘gorn’
Now he’s buried deep in a peat bog
The Swedish chef landed up in jail
In bad trouble no one would pay bail
He’d got a big knife
And butchered his wife
No parole until he's old and frail!
Inspired by the poem by Lin Lane - do join in the fun!!
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/muppets_in_the_soup___join_in_892703
04~15~17
Who Is So Wise As Never To Do Such
Blind drunk, bereft of any semblance of leadership
my mind grows cold and dark skies call out.
A poet has heart and soul even if no readership
enjoys drinking fine wine or dark ale too stout.
What grows and spills ink onto blank page
inspiration,communing with her as she mused
If only, we all could learn from the wisest sage
that if we dare open up- we will be abused.
Blind drunk, bereft of any semblance of leadership
my mind grows cold and dark skies call out.
A poet has heart and soul even if no readership
enjoys drinking fine wine or dark ale too stout.
Perhaps wise, not to feel or drink too damn much
yet who is so wise as never to do such?
Robert J. Lindley, 9-26-2016
Note- Couldn't sleep, decided to bang one out ....
First time, I've drank any alcoholic beverage in over a year now.
i wait at night, look for your star
i feel you close, but bodys so far
taken away, removed all your pain
your words and your wisdom, were the things that i gain
long late night chats, getting blind drunk
sharing a beer, or smoking some skunk
i miss all those things, i miss how we talk
i miss when you used me to lean on to walk
i miss when us kids were just little nippers
or when you stunk the house out when cooking your kippers
i miss when we went driving for hours on end
you wernt just a dad you were my best friend
laughing and joking, like when mum burnt the gravey
or the storys you told bout being young in the navey
the tears and the crying, the shouting and screaming
and now that your gone i wake hoping im dreaming
the quick witted mind, but you were sometimes a knob
but now your at peace, reunited with rob
you once told me a secret, when i was eleven
so god bless you dad, is my message to heaven.