Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
break the cloudy mantle’s mood so dreary,
subdue the winds to flutes of airy sweep
imbibing rays of crimson-orange hues,
inebriate to liberate dull senses seized -
fly away! those murky flocks of gray no longer moody
a consequence of sweet relief received.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2020
(December 21, 2019)
1 ALCOHOL AND POETRY
When I join these two elements together I inebriate
further easily ...
2 AIRHEAD
airhead is a difficult person to deal with, especially
because usually he doesn't realize what he wants
of life...
3 PROFIT DISTURBANCE
Too much lucidity, makes you suffer, makes you cry ... lucidity in this crazy life
in which we live, the illusion is finer ...
4 COMPLIANT
Everything has a limit, occasionally just losing even the
stirrups for order in the mess ...
5 YOU ARE MUSIC ...
Your tone is too loud and your music I can't
sing...
Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight
This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism
They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary entries
They call me pissant
Because I'm too idealist
Paint streaks of black
In the midday sky
Corruption bred from innocence
And innocence bred from naivety
Ridicule my visage
Insult my scientific method
Reject my joy
Inebriate my passion
Deconstruct a lifetime
Within mere seconds
And it hurts so bad
It hurts so bad
Everything up is down
Everything east is west
Everything inside is out
Everything so vile
Drill holes in my head
Let the demons out to play
If it makes you happy
Just watch me cry
Insanity constantly enslaves and mocks
No break, no pause, the appetite always knocks
Enough, never registers, his life, it sucks
Beer and gin, in his long gut line up and flock
Rich pockets, poor soul, behind the prison’s lock
Inversely proportional life, on the pluck
Always emptying bottles all round the clock
Time is in motion but his, suffers a block
End of this story is bottom of the rock
Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite
Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light
Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone
Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home
(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)
This land is my land
Happy place in this book of sorrows
Where gargoyles gather
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
And never have to prepare faces
To meet the faces they meet
Mostly because as faces go, we have none
Ask Eliot, we have been called inebriate
Full of new wine, but there is more
I always say there is always more
The analysis is wrong of course
And only those in the know would know
Like I said, Lord, we are here
A gathering of voices, not disembodied
But disregarded, the sight of us vurulent
The sight of us appals a few. Turbulence
The needles in their misery meters
Rush to the easiest conclusions
Masses of contusion will cause confusion
Before they know me they judge me
And then they downplay their judgement
But why should I complain and sound plaintive
In the words of Lord Faarquar
It's rude enough being in the space we share
I LOVE THE RAIN (C) 2018
BY KWEEN YAKINI
I love the rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
I can feel it coming down
Just keep dripping on me until I drown
I love the rain
Let it rain
Let it rain
Trickling upon the curves my frame
Only you have the power wash away my pain
Come on sweet rain
You inebriate me your champagne
I’ll drink a cup of you everyday
Lay me under the Goddess Moon
Prick me with April showers in early June
Let the tip of my tongue be your spoon
Oh, how I love getting wet
Let me get soaked in it
Let you penetrate my soul
With every delicious inch
Yes, I love the rain
So, let it rain
Let it rain…
I know the land where the lemon trees flower
Where the sun paints a panorama by the hour
While its light caresses each curve of the land
Dispersing golden rays on sea and sand
I know the land with intoxicating blooms
Where love and romance forever looms
While breezes migrate perfumes and birds
Over miles of castles and luscious orchards
I know the land where sunsets glow
More spectacular than any rainbow
With colors only akin to the divine
Notorious to inebriate a lot like wine
I know the land when it rings midnight
The infinite sky fills with stars so bright
And the goddess moon makes her ascent
Blessing each and all under the firmament
Read on air by invitation ~ February 27, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 2, 2018 for contest EARLY AUGUST 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 7TH
and July 10, 2018 for contest PRETTY POEM PLEASE sponsored by JULIA WARD
This is my love letter to our lovely planet oasis
Alas taken for granted and abused on a daily basis
Through the years she’s provided me with much joy and wonder
She’s filled my heart with awesome scenes up above and down under
It chagrins me to think I’ve seen both my last rainbow and sunrise
Never again to be amazed by a sunset bearing radiant surprise
The feel of tree bark and rustling leaves on branches in the breeze
Intoxicating perfumes of lilacs, roses and gardenia that appease
The songs of birds large and small, the flow of rivers’ lifeblood
The exquisite purety of waterlilies that are rooted in mud
The smells of each season that inebriate all my senses
The feel of snowflakes on my skin and all those odd coincidences
No more nights looking up at a starry sky and the moon in all its phases
Pondering our insignificance within this grandeur and vastness that amazes
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 28, 2018 for contest MY MUSE, MORTAL sponsored by GREGORY R BARDEN
When the rose bud died you came out
More beautiful than where you originate
Your golden heart loves with no doubt
And your untainted mind doesn't complicate.
Your nature steers my imprudent course
While intoxicated I sit beside your grace
Looking at your buoyancy with no remorse
That I am not as clean as your bare face.
In my blood runs brands of liquors
Morning after morning I take a sip
Until I am consumed like an inebriate critter
Hanging in the verge of sanity's tip.
And when evening comes I sleep not
I wait for the dawn to introduce the Sun
To see you waiting at 6am on the dot
For me to come home after some fun.
Now I stare at an empty bottle of gin
Where the remnants of my childhood lies
Once again, I'm haunted by the ghosts within
They carry the pain that never dies.
The memories of how I took you for granted
Gives me enough chills to keep me sober
I wish I could turn the hands of time if I wanted
For a wonderful person I call my mother.
Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite
Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light
Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone
Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home
(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)
You stood outside the bar
And tried to be polite
Against a barrage of knuckles
But felt skull and skin collide
Ask the bouncers, whose arms
Feasted upon your drunken stupor
Hours' worth of anger
In town, trying to convince the banker
To lower the interest rate
Over debts they could hardly pay
You should have maintained
Your new year's resolution to be dry
At least you tried
Somebody called 911
To report a passed out guy
On the pavement,
Possibly gazing at constellations
Inside his head
The price you pay for a temporary high
On a Saturday night
Spinning mass of curly hair
Suspended in a zone of putrid air
You staggered away slightly dazed
But passing by in a Chevrolet
A child witnessed the violence
Theres a new day and it fills the world with light,
Theres a force it brings and carries the angels flight,
While we feel this sun we bask until the beginnings of night,
Blue and hues of pink and orange falling from our sight.
Blessing of a diamond mind.
10,000 points of light in an ancient race of time,
We will shine right back if you just search and find,
From Saturn's rings to the belt of our galactic line,
If you hear this voice, you will by choice, that is our sign,
Because we all have something to hide.
Fornicate, inebriate,
Waste your diamond mind.
Swear and don't care,
Toss your diamond mind,
Embellish your fetish,
Lost your diamond mind.
Remedy your vanity,
Find your diamond mind.
(2015)
Love Is Omnipresent
Love is like a green leaf
innocent, delicate and mute
a rare symbol of exaltation
and is very sweet and cute
Love is like a poetic rainbow
jovial, gleeful and winsome
with its charming seven colours
its gestures are very handsome
Love is the morning rising sun
unique, energetic and divine
illuminating the heavenly universe
appears like an intoxicating red wine
Love is a gust of frenzy wind
inebriate, dynamic and flighty
its unique and gleeful nature
makes the environment mighty
Love is like the carnal blue Sky
always induces to dream high
and provides its blue umbrella
with amazing dreams to fly
Love is like a deep blue sea
kissing the glow of sunrise
hidden treasury of pearls and gems
its high tides always magnetize
Love is like the mother earth
forgiving, loving and merciful
croons melodious and sweet lullaby
and its children become cheerful
(By Kishan Negi)
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