Long Intoxication Poems
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Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery.
Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri.
Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly,
before its blustery countermand uplifts wholly.
Monotonous quarrel needs a quaff of arctic air,
an unquestioning brisk of maple burning its flare,
Like brandy, in quiescent afterglow’s flirtation,
ho hum’s quadrant equips me for intoxication.
I’ll not be a crone, with quaking bones, beneath a pad
of sunset quilt. I’ll be cold. I’ll brave it. I’ll go mad
with cacophonous joy, kick the crispy depth of leaves.
Removal of sequacious grin. Broad smile Fall retrieves.
Separation of the world and its nasty manifestations being done behind the exploitation
what may remain there the life from the soil , to soil when gone.
Those of you who are killing people are betting on war in oath
on that day, everything is left behind, what's left in your boat!
Today or tomorrow that moment; The last wind on the last day
why is the flow of blood flowing day and night today !!
Human today touch that peak of progress in the sky
is it the value and consciousness of the knowledge thy?
All is the illusory and unreal thought, brother
the value of humanity has gone to the battlefield rather.
Those who are dying are the mother and sister of someone
what are the guilty their? The broom I hit on your face fair.
The land is red today due to destructive blood intoxication
blood-sucking hyena to express adverse in any direction.
Peace today is like an illusion
today, the world is full of envy in each other's adjudication.
The world is not alone, there are hundreds more, they are rushing to take possession
knowing all why to rush to war in in turn?
Today the day came to the door am giving the message you
hold ten hands together, under the one sky
throw away the principle of abandonment, envy and hatred
with the blow of the broom,to finish hatred I say thy.
Praise God, for all our blessings, and even for the moments we got lost in intoxication.
Lost in the forest of lies, making us weak and unable to speak, we watched some of our loved ones die; they looked like zombies walking around.
We got fooled into killing ourselves and our children with abortion and other ways, with substances, negative relationships, and other stuff that made us unable to see the light, we remember those days of death, we kept trying to find a way out.
Praise God, we saw the light, we woke up, and walked to the path of light and love, and happiness.
We continue every day, to stay on path, to pray, to learn, to be a model that can help others see the light.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
What is friendship to me but a culmination
Qualities with signs of kindness and compassion
Earned respect for fair play heed no hesitation
Backbone and humility in the equation
Striving for lofty ideals and ambition
Rising above the mundane orientation
Hints of spirituality’s revelation
With a penchant for beauty, art and creation
For you, my friend, I have but words of ovation
Your heart thunders proud flaunting determination
Wielding words like harnessing intoxication
Epitome of virtues’ crystallization
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on June 10, 2018 for contest QUALITIES YOU ADMIRE IN FRIENDS co-sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE AND JACK HORNE - RANKED 7TH
I've experienced the exuberance of youth. Through endless summer days, of blissful
childhood ignorance.
I have dreamt the most glorious dreams. The ability to soar with the eagles was
mine, most any night. I was to live, forever.
I have know the delirious intoxication, of boyish infatuation. And to such a degree, I
have tasted the bitterness of rejection.
I have lived amid nonconformists. I shared in their ideological beliefs. Old Guard be
damned.
I have witnessed the gatherings of idealists, who's main purpose was to spread
their premise of the brotherhood of man.
I have seen the chained and gagged. Beaten for their beliefs. Shot down in their
youth, by those who's superficial dogmas kept them from the truth.
I have been among the ranks of the tens of thousands, shouting my incensement's
against a failing war. And I have been to the "wall" and wept for my fallen brothers.
I have seen the rise of iconic performers. Some who would pay the ultimate price for
their notoriety. I have felt the power of their karma and reveled in their idioms'.
I have witnessed the miraculous wonder of birth. I've had the privilege to hold the
embodiment of purity, God's ultimate creation, in the hollow of my arms.
I have walked among the Angels. And I have delved into the pit of my own iniquity's.
I have loved the un-loved, and scoffed at those who would be cherished.
I have lived as if, there were no tomorrow. I have learned there is just today. I have
lived to be a better man than I was. I live to be a better man than I am.
memories linger
as i exalt all admiration;
there is something about that sky
that lures me in
the way it blushes
long before the mountain drips
blood-red from an emerging sun
that magnetic fascination
just provokes intoxication
then leaves me yearning for more
yet it's the night sky
where nature is unparalleled
beneath that ebony backdrop
the glow of a million stars
glimmer all around the milky splash
that looks like heaven's opening
it stirs emotions supernal
leaving me feeling deeply compelled
to wish upon the crimson flashes
that trail through the edges of black
July 29, 2019
for contest FINETUNE THIS COLLABORATION
sponsored by Line Gauthier
It innocently started with that libation:
that tingling, inebrious, joyful sensation.
My foolish heart acquiesced to the temptation.
An allergy or a genetic mutation
awakened my foolish heart.
I frequently fancied more fluid flirtations,
enjoying elixirs, expressing elation,
investing immensely in intoxication,
thus, firmly establishing future foundations,
entangling my foolish heart.
I fervently favored froth-filled fermentations,
gallantly guzzling by gradual gradations,
increased intake, saw inebrious inflation,
rarely reducing or restricting by rations,
addicting my foolish heart.
My continued consumption, clearly causation:
drunk and disorderly, receiving citations,
wound up in several unpleasant locations,
spending entire nights locked up for the duration,
imprisoning my foolish heart.
You would hope at this point in this woeful narration
that lessons were learned; there'd be de-escalation.
Consumption, instead, saw inflation, dilation,
impacting my ethic, my work occupation,
depressing my foolish heart.
There were serious impacts in my relations;
it should have been time for a complete starvation.
The tiger was prowling in full on predation,
dragging me helpless to infernal damnation,
devouring my foolish heart.
What happens next is described best as salvation;
It's been sixteen years now with total cessation.
See, Christ made me a totally new creation.
He gets all the credit, my standing ovation.
He gave me a brand new heart.
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*I would call this a monorhyme with the additional
feature that each stanza has a short refrain tail.
for the My Foolish Heart Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 04/03/2022
I breath for living
Intoxication is certain
In hard world
Where humans has turned so evil
With hearts full of selfishness
And greed
In a world where care keep
Getting lesser and lesser
Human values never stop
Depreciating
No wonder our economy
Devalues by day
The young keep fighting alone
The old keep on dying in pains
In a world we claim to be civilised
I just wonder who is fooling who
Despite the good things of life
Vanity is more obvious in the world
And yet more sad that we are yet
To understand what is life
So instead to work and die in vain
I breathe for living
I breath for living
I can't kill the life in me for nothing
So I chose peace
I chose love
I chose care
I chose to live
I chose life
I refuse confusions despite
It hard to avoid
I deserve to feel the universe
With freedom
I need no dictatorship
Life is free
And this is not a lie
So instead to work and die in vain
I follow my heart
I dwell with my spirit
I think through my mind
Cos I see the times with it marks
I see the symbol and the signs of the time
I can't be intoxicated in this time
I can't be drowning instead to stand
Cos certainly in a hard world
Intoxication is never difficult to be seen
And definitely Africa is not exceptional
So if you wonder how I survived
In a hard world Is obvious
I breath for living
This must be the ultimate feeling
This love we have for each other
Transcends all that I've ever experienced
Never with any other lover
To experience this feeling of utter devotion
Is the ultimate joy and sensation
This totally amazing thrill of a lifetime
This feeling of pure exultation
Should I die tomorrow I've lived to love
The way we human were meant to
Intensely and totally head over heels
It is the only way I'd describe we two
No other way to describe it that I know of
It's utter and pure jubilation
Most extreme expression of absolute love
Very similar to intoxication
Raw, raw foods
Ain't the true goods for you.
You can die hard from raw intoxication,
Contamination, i-in-inflammation…!
Cook 'em all the way through, yo.
"Y'all chef and staff,"
"Yes…?"
"I can't eat this. Its raw, raw m-meat-is r-raw-raawh meat!"
"Oh…. Well it's just fine, some people do it all the time."
"I ain't like them others, and this food is clearly undercooked…"
Leavin' the restaurant, no tip,
Bee'cause I got a grip and oh yes,
Raw grease on da floor, I see the chef slip.
Actin' like it's nothing, but really-
It's bad, bad foods. Raw, raw food.
I ain't gonna buy it, nor eat it if already bought'n it.