Long Drinking Poems
Long Drinking Poems. Below are the most popular long Drinking by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Drinking poems by poem length and keyword.
Mack had been an over the road driver for sixteen years
And had never seen a leopard on any of his highways.
This one came leaping out of the middle of a thicket.
Stopped right in front of his eighteen wheeler.
He tried to brake but hit it full on.
The leopard sprang up to the windshield and growled at him.
Her teeth were huge. Her eyes a glowing green.
She had sprouted wings, and she looked menacing.
Her paws slammed against the glass.
He had been going to stop, but at this point he kept going.
She disappeared a second later. Not like falling off, but rather
dissipating in midair.
I have to stop drinking this coffee he thought.
His hands were shaking; he was unnerved.
Twenty two miles later a small black pussy cat was sitting in the middle of the road.
He tried to brake, but there was not enough time.
His truck hit something big with a loud bang.
He heard screeching and crunching of bent metal.
He got out to survey the damage.
There was no kitty;
but the front of his semi had a thousand dollars’ worth of damage.
He turned and saw the leopard watching from a hill across the road.
Next to the leopard was the small black kitty.
To Hell with Cultural Appropiation or Cultural Copy.
It is very very wrong and unconscionable unless we are copying uplifting values only.
Copying poor value systems like smoking drugs, ganja or cigarettes, over excessive rum/alcohol drinking or eating, gun running, crime, and even gloryfying submersive gansata rap lyrics are wrong for our children's sake. these are bad examples.
I promote instead bigging up our own local Culture to the fullest.
Cultural Apporiation merely teaches us to homour and repect foreign Culture
While relegating our very own.
Why covet a next man's culture when yours is much better??
I want us to love up our own culture with a passion so high and true
That it reaches out to the very sky.
To strive towards good positive culture should always be our true Covenant.
And so you see Cultopiation to me is more like Cultural Miasappropiation.
SEE also my song on youtube called Gultural Hypocrisy by Lord Cam
The promised land
The promised land
Look for me in the rainbow; I am always there.
Dancing with your music, no time to spare.
I am always a drunken and dancing with your songs.
I am living within you; you do always care.
I will be the sunlight, moonlight when it’s night.
Nightingales sing all night since you are always bright.
I am always drinking, drinking of your dew.
Drunken like a swallow dancing in your light.
I have long been waiting, hoping to know you,
I can hear your music, loving it through and through.
Me and all the flowers are always trying hard,
Hoping you can teach us more than we can do.
Watching you at sunset underneath a tree,
Seeking to find wisdom, learning how to see.
My eyes are so blinded that they see only gray.
Gray is always sorrow; free me in your glee.
I am always lonely; nature is my friend.
Talking, smiling, and dancing, I always do pretend.
Your sounds to me are music, music to my soul,
tell me, hold me, teach me how all this will end.
8/6/2022 Haloo
This is a Persian-style poem called the Rubaiyat. If you want to learn more, read my book called " The Edge of the Prairie, A glance into the Persian-Style poetry" by me on the Amazon platform.
4/20/21
The odds were never Even Stevens
I have yet to find the Garden of Eden
Differences even in what we believe in
Ungrateful for such freedom
So quick to commit treason
Even without good reason
So typical and often every season
Occurs in nearly ever region
Always drinking more than just a beer or three
For too long, I moved around furiously
Yet curiously
Doing most of it mysteriously
At first it may appear to be
But the truth is not always clear to see
Please don't shed a tear for me
Just try to be here for me
Instead of looking at me like I'm talking deliriously
Hear me out, start hearing me
And take me seriously
For someone like you, I'd face it all fearlessly
I hope you really understand my message
And see that my intentions
Are authentic
I'd always put you first never second
I'm trying to leave more than an impression
Still looking for a connection
Despite all the misconceptions
Not being aggressive
Too excessive
Or obsessive
Here's a confession
Never expected or was after perfection
'999' percent of the time, there was rejection
And then multiply that by eleven
I mean, put a 9 followed by an eleven
They say every dog has its day, and that all dogs go to heaven
It's gone beyond my own personal comprehension
Been feeling like I'm in another dimension
And like I'm some kind of infection
Made changes and corrections
Listened and paid attention
Only to always face objection and never acceptance
Or any kind of affection
Living in an area with poor reception
Stay on your toes because there still is deception
Without question
If you don't already know, then it could really teach you a lesson
Left me breathless
Girl if you only knew, just like life to me you are precious
With you truly content, never restless
Get you pendants and a necklace
Take a trip to Texas
Buy you a Lexus
Because of you, I've no longer been looking for the exit
What's happened recently I have to tell. (Hiccup)
Wish I could muddle through without a screw-up.
It starts out at a comic show. (Hiccup)
The stand-up doing jokes was such a crack-up
my laughter turned to choking then, (Hiccup)
and from my nose there squirted diet 7-up.
Embarrassed by all this, I got up and (Hic!)
excused myself to the lady's room and quick.
I tried to drink some water and to (Hic!)
apply another coat of Rose glow lipstick.
When I returned, I heard stuff that was (Hiccup)
not for kids and hardly for the ears of any grown-up.
I guess I got back just in time for (Hic!)
that crazy guy's most hilarious shtick.
Laughing violently, I felt (Hiccup)
I once again was gonna have a flare-up.
But why I just kept choking I don't (Hic!)
know, but this time I was feeling rather sick.
That's when I first started doing (Hic!)
this. Wish I'd gone instead to see some flick.
This all happened thirty days a (Hic!)
go. I think I've now tried almost every trick-
from breathing into bags to even (hiccup)
drinking from the wrong side of a teacup.
I'm tired of my husband trying to (hiccup)
scare me into stopping, so I'll sum up.
A guy like me was on Jay Leno's (Hic!)
Show. Hey! I could be the famous hiccup chick!
And yet, of all the things I could be known (Hic!)
for, this has to be the last one I would pick!
Written 3/18/14 for The Tickle My Funny Bone contest
You may have never heard of Clausewitz,
But you’ll hear of wars and rumors of wars
Via propaganda, gossip, and disinformation.
You’ll witness the struggle through a drinking straw.
Explosions will drown out the voice of truth.
Whispered atrocities spread fear out of context.
False flags cast suspicions meant to weaken morale.
Psyops sow confusion and mistrust of the media.
But modern technology and open-source intel
Can peer through the haze on the battlefield.
It counters misdirection and stiffens our spine
To prosecute our campaign against tyranny.
We have the capability of piercing the mist
Sufficient for encouraging our will to resist.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
MATTHEW 24: 6 AND SYNTHETIC APERTURE RADAR
The Jewish people, walked with arm bands
pointing out, how they were different
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
People accepted, what the thought, they could not change,
Courts, enforced the laws of Government,
The Jewish people walked, with arm bands,
Like sheep, the people followed, the words of a man
with eyes blind, he encouraged them to hate,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
Those that disagreed, were forced to obey
your children, the spy's, your courts, his arms
The Jewish people walked with arm bands
We can not fight, we'd lose our job's
What can one man do, against the system
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
For evil to thrive, good people do nothing
to prevent the spread of evil, good people stand up,
The Jewish people walked with arm bands
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafes of Berlin
I told my boss this was a job I didn’t relish
Reports so far deemed this Elfin war rather hellish.
Troops had crossed the border and entered the valley.
So far we didn’t have a death or injury tally.
I entered the tavern, only a mile from the enemy line.
The locals seemed relaxed and all seemed fine.
I sat at a table with three burly men drinking beer.
They didn't seem to mind me being here.
Introduced myself as a war correspondent.
After I ordered them all another beer they were very respondent.
Eager to tell me what they knew of the Elfin war.
At that time, I didn’t realize what I had in store.
I urged them to go on and tell me much more
Soon others in the pub, heard the tales and began to chip in.
First hand accounts of fighting they saw, I hardly knew where to begin.
Seems the fighting was very tactical. The rebels would advance to attack,
The allied Army was ready and their weapons would force them back.
Evidentially a local man, a sergeant of note, was injured by a blast.
He wandered in the way of a hand grenade, on his patrol as he passed.
Most stories were of artillery fire being heard in the morning hours.
Patrons of the tavern didn't seem too perturbed about the rebels powers.
Confidence reined in the army from what they could see.
The publican joined us with a round of beer saying these are free.
”Laddy, I am sure you’ll want to mention this home spun brew.
The best brewed beer and everyone loves it, your readers will too.
It’s called Ellery Tavern Lager. We make it right here in town.”
“He’ll only be interested if the mongrels burn the factory down”
I was feeling light headed, lost count of the number of beers I had.
Went to stand up and realized I was feeling rather shaky and quite bad.
My trusty tape recorder, had some good stories for me to write.
Wandering out to get some fresh air I took some photos before night.
Taken, by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all
Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there
Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain
Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly
Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late
Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart steady weeping
Until the day you are mine
An Angel, came in human form.
Arrived at my house about noon.
I knew he had a spirit, for he was
past any norm.
And my keen, mystical soul, was
right with him in tune.
We chatted for just a bit...
The uniqueness of his spirit showed.
I did not want him to ever leave
or quit.
For as I ascertained, I was in a most
heavenly zone.
Suddenly, I looked down, and the startled
to see the that Angel had but one leg!
It quite startled me, greatly because he
had such great agility.
I was at a loss for words when he told me
he was more than grateful?
To say that I was astonished, is to meet him
goes beyond anything fateful.
He was perhaps but twenty-five, at most,
I gathered as he related.
A great wife and two children and
seeking a job was he, which all three
he celebrated.
The story goes a drunk driver, ten years ago
hit him and there went his leg.
But to him, it was a night with gratitude
he celebrated.
He made me look at my life here
at the Soup.
I should be grateful and elated!
But my ego crushes me, with few
comments I feel diminished, and
yes deflated.
Now here was an Angel, who told
me, he ran obstacle courses
around the world!!
And here I was, thinking at Poetry
Soup feeling all deflated.
He stood with one leg in contrast
like a magnificent,glowing emerald!
I never came here to be famous
or seeking any poetic glory.
It took an Angel with but one leg,
To remind me to stop sniveling and
groaning.
To seek to give, not have others listen
to my insipid, selfish moanings.
September 3, 2020
5:30am PST
* Requestiing positive responses, no
discussion on drinking, please*