Long Drunkenness Poems

Sometimes I have the courage to think of the things that made me what I am today,
My memory takes me back to terrible things far away far off into my bitter past,
My mind like a...

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It is early in the morning; 
I call you a new dawn; 
A day that the Lord has made; 
Of course for us to rejoice and to be glad in it.

Silently singing hymns of praise;
My...

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It is not mandatory
However, I feel that it is my duty
To respond to Carl Brouard
‘Knowing how to drink is not an art
Drinking is not a duty’
But a necessity which is obligatory
As it is crucial even...

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1 Corinthians 13:12 (KJV) “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”

We weren’t put...

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things are happening do you believe 
is it near the end of the world
blood running yet flowing warm
down the streets hope seems hopeless
what's the use am I denying...

the sign of the times

what's why you crying...

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No matter what you've done
 in the past
I was in Idolatry, greed, covetousness, love of money, 
I was Complaining, not loving God full of gluttony, 
High-mindedness, disobedience, lover of self, 
GOD LOVES ME

I put family,...

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It is a Sunday morning.

The day before was still,

yet eventful and surprising:

sacredness met in holy places

and inspired persons.

Petrified trees and slave traders’ bedrooms;

cattle grazing and the ancient one sleeping.

The quiet sounds of lit boats by...

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Swagger’s  Song 

This Free Verse was prepared by me on experimental basis to serve as a rustic Song. The free verse is yet to take the shape of a Song with Music and proper...

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Victorian Poverty In London.
.
Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s  
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green 
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty streets with cobbles
And loud cartwheel din
.
Large families sharing one room
Overcrowded...

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No one in this morning
The road is deserted,
It's too early under the gray sky,

The veins of my hands,
Salient hands on the wheel
The look Elevated

The white line scrolls,
The colored houses, fled,
Since the curves crossed,

Creeks glimpsed,
The white...

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Rounds
by Michael R. Burch

Solitude surrounds me
though nearby laughter sounds;
around me mingle men who think
to drink their demons down,
in rounds.

Now agony still hounds me
though elsewhere mirth abounds;
hidebound I stand and try to think,
not sink still further...

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Preposterous Eros
by Michael R. Burch

“Preposterous Eros” – Patricia Falanga

Preposterous Eros shot me in
the buttocks, with a Devilish grin,
spent all my money in a rush
then left my heart effete pink mush.


These are poems about Eros, the...

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What does the Bible say?

3.  Deuteronomy 8:6 "Observe the commands of the LORD your God by
walking in his ways and by fearing him."

4.  Romans 13: 13 "Let us walk with decency, as in...

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Henry Morgan was an admiral of the Royal Navy
In his time, commissioned, but most found him crazy
Such that the Spanish called him a pirate rebellious
Whilst he considered himself with the truth not hazy

He took Campeche...

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I.
Luther Deits was a good friend of whiskey,
not fond of cutting herds or pushing plows,
a young buck full of juice, barely twenty,
he lived only for the thrill of the now.

His home, a town in the...

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MY SIN IS GREAT BUT GOD'S GRACE IS GREATER

My sin is great but
God's grace is greater
Your sin is great but
God's grace is greater
I may have been a idolater, greedy,  in covetousness, gluttony
Complaining, not loving...

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"touched"   

	He wasn’t there yesterday.  I know the landscape of my mind. Today He came, like music on the wind,  blown through an opening high upon the wall. Fragile crumb of...

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He plays the chords with his blue depression
          still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
    ...

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Prayer to the Stone of Sobriety

Under a purple flannel-like sheet, but not as soft; 
As warm as flannel-but hotter,
I am sweating.
The flannel shroud soaks up my sweat like my liver soaks up venom

I see angry...

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When I was a lad in the 50s, there lived a man named Mr. Mac. He resided in a farming community in Northern Mississippi.  Two of his sons are the source of a story...

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Oh it's timeout time my friend
Will you ever seek to be free
These chains will not break
For they hold one from below
That will not let one go
No matter the lies and deception 
The Prince of this...

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My past composed—
                                ...

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It was in I in word and deed                           ...

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You are the dusk that masquerades as first light.
In the stillness of descending twilight,
your spellbinder's expectorant 
opens the passageways of the feeble, 
weevles like...

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L.A ‘62. English professor George (Colin Firth) is mourning the loss of his gay partner. He's 
spent the day reliving memories, but that night meets his student Kenny (Nicholas Hoult), 
who secretly admires him, in...

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