Submission, know thou dominance?
Fallen on thy face?
Heaven and Hell, take thy chance!
End Times, I rest case!
Decent man in cell of jail?
Too poor to raise bail?
Fled from God? In, belly whale?
Never end, our tale!
Beast, come from the wasteland!
Bird of prey, just descend!
Vicious criminal, form a band!
Break before ye bend!
Fate, thy plate! Fortune, why wait?
Hatred, set a date!
Entropy, who, ma'am, is great?
Those with a clean slate!
Campaign well, my warriors!
Alliance Black Abyss!
Languid liquid, strong liquors!
Give Death passion's kiss!
Keys in hand of greedy thug?
Insect armies, move.
Crummy rummy, chug-a-lug!
Position, improve!
Turmoil, thy tornado!
O tiger, taciturn!
Ruin, send the scum below!
Dark fire, see them burn!
Grip, O hand of giant!
Thy enemy appears!
Elephant, side with the ant!
Trail behind, our tears!
Gibbous star, seen from afar.
Omen bad, thy sky.
Harbinger doom, vision mar.
Petrichor, pace ply...
I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.
Brother oh brother
Where have you gone
I have loved you
For so very long
Your dreams and
Life have eaten you
Mind and Body ghostly
Haven’t a clue
There is no hope
For your return
Liquors killed your brain
The pages have been burned
And I wish time could
Erase your tears
Nightmares would end
Blessings replace fears
I fear you are too
Far removed and done
I don’t think they make
A bandaid for this one
Drugs and therapy
May help you recover
But the pain of living
Has pushed you over
Reality is anguish
With so much pain
Sun doesn’t shine
Everyday is rain
Brother oh brother
Where have you gone
I am here always
A sad brothers song
Juniper berries are a brilliant bright blue,
Prettier, not as dark as blueberry’s hue
While growing, prefer warm sunny spaces
Live on several continents, many good places
Add flavor to liquors are a diuretic too
Also, a stimulant, but what can you do?
If you come across one, don’t dive right in
They are bitter off the vine said my cousin Jin.
A faded white shirt
accents his rumpled brown suit
He takes his place unobtrusively
sits content, quietly
His preferences pedestrian
narrowly bourgeoisie
Guests sample exotic liquors
His pleasure is tea
He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented
____________________________________________________
Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet
on the world's radar?!
I am living my dream she said
Lying to preserve her dignity
I love my life, he told me.
I knew he must be joking becaise I knew his wife.
My husband's office Christmas party was just getting started
All kinds of fake smiles greeted each other and me
Within hours a variety of liquors had loosened tight tongues
I learned things about strangers' families I never needed to know
I longed to go home, put on my pajamas and hug my husband.
He came by and asked, "Are you doing okay?”
I nodded, because I could tell he was enjoying himself.
And he rarely attends a party.
Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace
Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged
Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt
Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages
Fifth May
Finesse Saves
Are you missing frilly knickers
Trimmed with lace for city slickers?
Japan's panty line
Will lead to a shrine*
Blessed with love and local liquors!
*Everywhere we lived, my wife's
frilly knickers disappeared from the
clothesline, so I LOL when NHK reported
a Japanese shrine with a "Drop Your Drawers
Here!" slot for women to stuff their panties
so a priest could sniff out appropriate prayers
and ablutions to ensure pregnancy. 2,000-years,
and Christians couldn't think of that?
What women stuff in their knickers
Would scare the Hell out of vicars
But girls must know
Win, Place, and Show
The Best of Blue Ribbon liquors
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.
Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is hard to bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting ‘buy’, ‘buy’, ‘buy’.
Since out is the signal
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied the market
Of all the brandy, inclusive of
The liquors that brandished
Even a semblance of flavor
That reminded them of this brand.
After the run-on brandy
Its prices have rocketed sky-high.
Engulfed by indignation
But still the avid lover
That I am of this brand,
I emptied my purse
To offer me a bottle of brandy.
Sipping the liquor in a glass
And immersed in happiness
I sat reinstated to my senses
And to the art of philosophizing,
And wondered whether the glass
That I held in my hand
Was half-full or half-empty.
Misfit to this treacherous art
But tied to pitfalls in my daily life,
I sat there and gazed contently
Through my half-filled glass
With intent and pride, enthralled
That I did not have to complain
About things I can’t change.
Trump moaned 'bout the curse of hard liquors
Was greeted by just childish snickers
Whilst spouting his lies
Left open his flies
And flashed the 'Fake News' his pink knickers
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15 September 2017
(9-9-5-5-9 checked with howmanysyllables.com)
Gone has God, the mirth as well, love’s sweet liquors
never tell; sun kissed earth, the hope for all, the
raven’s sigh at coming squall
Take the heart so pounded thus, darkened ardor, sour
dough’s musk; give the hearth the light of dawn, springs
the trap on spritely fawn
Now the world lies deep in tryst, silk-tongued robbers
slight of wrist; a nod to all who know this tale, perchance
the shattered dream to fail.
He's without a cellmate
There's no guard with a gun
He's been here for years
But sentenced to none
To this place without bars
No windows or cells
May not sound bad to you
But to him it was hell
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Cause he's lost all emotion
If the truth be told
Washed them away
With liquors of gold
As he sits on his stool
Instead of a bunk
All the people in town
Call him a drunk
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Now he's on death row
Not a friend all around
Except for the one
That he couldn't put down
Though the plea wasn't guilty
And the verdicts not in
He can't appeal
For all his sins
This walk away prison
Where he came every night
They gave him last call
And read him his rights
Before you I stood lonely
Cast upon the sea
Lost within my tangled thoughts
Of how this life should be
Drawn to the darkside
Where a man can meet his shame
Aching for the change he seeks
Not accepting of the blame
Destroying hope within myself
Losing all my pride
Drowning in the liquors tide
Whose waves I can't subside
Calling out on others
To help me ease the pain
If one night was not enough
I'd do it all again
So with my hope all but gone
From someone that I knew
A blessing from my past came forth
It's then that I found you
From a friend into a lover
And now you're so much more
Fate has guided our souls here
To share lifes endless shore
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