Drunken Poems

The Drunken Clown

On the day of your party 
Please be sure to invite
The Drunken Clown.

He offers steady humor 
At a pace everyone can measure.
His drinks, give love and laughter ,
his expressions: love and empathy. 

In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles,
His eyes red and bleeding,
Look to him to point and laugh.

Our drunken clown gets his payment

Arthur Rimbaud: The Drunken Boat translation by Michael R Burch

Le Bateau ivre (“The Drunken Boat”), an Excerpt
by Arthur Rimbaud
translation by Michael R. Burch

The impassive river carried me downstream
as howling warriors slashed the bargemen's throats,
then nailed them, naked, to their former posts,
while I observed all idly, in a dream.

What did I care about the slaughtered crew,
the Flemish barley or the English freight?
The river had taught

A Drunken Journey

Drunk and kinda tipsy, I stumbled lost and
into the enticing embrace of a fair maiden.

She enchants me with her sensuality—
Oh, my total surrender is inevitable now.

Captivated by her luscious lips
Entangled in her aromatic tresses
I staggered across her twin jutting hills
through lush rolling meadow
past her passionate plateau
leading me down a ravine 
to her warm well of

Drunken delight

Pleasant pulsations manifest;
boons bestowed by bliss magnetism,
wherein troughs, which once were the crest,
biding their time in body prism,
resurrect at our heart’s behest,
creating for us a new ism.

Pheromones strike joyful poses,
shape shifting in a dance sublime
on a path that’s strewn with roses,
wherein betwixt love’s blissful chime,
synced with a rhythm God composes,
in repose we heavenward climb.

Grace in-pours

In Drunken Paradise

As summer days were waning, warm and long,
I made new friends (I thought, but I thought wrong).
We drank the nights away with bloodshot eyes
When we were friends in drunken paradise.
 
They let me in their circle for a while,
Then shut me out, as if part of their guile.
They were my friends, but by my thoughts

Frostbitten Heartstrings and Drunken Truths

My eyes couldn’t help 
But wander 
And smile at every passing inch 

Aimlessly following the walls 
And your voice 
Throughout the house you lay your head at night 

It was cozy 
Decorated delicately 
In memories 

Though I’ll come to recognize 
The tone in your voice 
When you mention certain ones 

The tone 
That made my

My Drunken Lover

I fell in love with a Drunken Poet
When with light My Grail He fills
Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill
With Rhymes and reasons salutations 
Filled so full, Colorful My imagination
Drunken poetry obliteration 
He drinks sooo much, his touch Intoxicating 
Slurry words with breath of sweet Rum
Penetrating and Pouring light until I succumb 
He woos

Drunken Lips - Anacreontic couplets

May one love you like Shakespeare?
Write verses to bring you near.
In delicate sighless sips,
taste wine from your drunken lips,
as drops induce and seduce,
become drunk from your sweet juice.

Sapphire equinox

The night comes back in flashes, 
As I look for the pieces,
Buried somewhere in these ashes. 

So what changed that one time? 
We were an acquiescent class
Where talking was a crime. 

Maybe we had too much to drink,
A mess and an introvert
We simply forgot to think.  

Did I say something senseless? 
I don’t remember

Drunken Add

"drunken ADD"


i need
a bottle
of gin to

begin my
hey it's
a

tequila
sunrise

Drunken Canuck Roadside Assistance Or Aa Eh

"drunken canuck roadside assistance" or "AA eh"


perhaps i can
't cook with
out a

douse
of what's
not out of a

moose's
snout
or

what snot
is not
a

boot or
about 
but

i know what i 
knew i now 
know

now
that
then

if your day
begins then
it should also 

end with a
Guinness and 
an absolvo te eh

men

Hanging Out With Drunken Women

An English accent helps,
if you’re at least half well dressed
in an American bar.
Your voice maybe a passport
to getting yourself laid
or it may perhaps be an invitation
for some young buck to spoil your night
in a fit of beer rage.
However,
if you leave with the girl,
it was because of your good looking
accent;
and I thank you
Sir Winston Churchill.

Drunken Joke

Drunken joke
smelling blood
dirty hands
broken bones
who was him?
I don't know
brought me here
without love...

Drunken joke
what was that?
why did you do this?
why were you mad?
what turn a good man
so deeply bad
who did this to you
I wish I could ask.

Drunken joke
drunken lie
made my mother mother
before time
I can't hate him
but I won't lie
I hate every single step
that brough him into

The Drunken Stain

a sadness seeps into the soul
where sanctity is living
caused by the heart's fondest desire 
for human love 
not given 

a dance on passion's summer night
in bonded moves preciseness
with risk of life in full moonlight
by drunk hands fools are driven

final pronouncement of demise
departure and defeat
makes salt-rivers of dry eyes
whose agony it seeks

and in a voiceless, muted

Drunken Dance

Drunk Sue, leapt onto the ironing board,
In  great vigour swinging both her hands wide.
As on a big stage
Forgetting her age,
Danced in thrill, fell off, hitting her head hard


July.16.2022

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