When I think of food and drink,
it's no surprise
the question does arise,
with booze some choose to let it breathe
and defer their bottle of wine,
I prefer to savour the flavour
and give mouth to mouth to mine.
(Que Syrah, Syrah!)
Some say, “The glass is half full,”
with accent on the positive,
some see the glass half empty,
and focus on the negative.
Two sides to every story,
supposedly that implies,
as for me I see
something else entirely.
And as for size I will apprise,
but, before I do, I beg of you,
allow me one more swig,
“Sláinte, salud, prost, cin cin,”
the glass is too damn big!
Categories:
prost, drink, humor, humorous, wine,
Form: Rhyme
On the day of your party
Please be sure to invite
The Drunken Clown.
He offers steady humor
At a pace everyone can measure.
His drinks, give love and laughter ,
his expressions: love and empathy.
In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles,
His eyes red and bleeding,
Look to him to point and laugh.
Our drunken clown gets his payment
In full, pursuing the right wingers,
And guffawing with the left.
His sincerity bobbles in an ocean of booze.
Cheers and Slaintè to our drunken clown.
Salud, and Prost!
To our home
And I sleep the sleep
Of a thousand filtered souls,
In ungracious betterment,
And a hope to die by my own hand.
Vicious visions of a youth undocumented,
And a prayer I never have the balls to do it.
Categories:
prost, anxiety, betrayal, crazy,
Form: Free verse
Kingdom Won
JESUS CHRIST is The Way, The Truth and The Life
In this World you will struggle and Satan will give you strife
Soaring High Waters flowing in the Deep
Continue Climbing Upward no matter how Steep
The FATHER'S Kingdom has come His Kingdom Won
Time to be Thankful, Thank The Highest One
Having Visions and Dreams about HEAVENLY things
Now the Harps are playing Music just listen to the Strings
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY GHOST
DIVINE Power pouring such a Lovely Host
Salute, Cheers and even Prost
Hold your Glasses High because this is a Toast, amen.
Categories:
prost, christian,
Form: Rhyme
What terrifies me the most?
What do we have time for?
Perhaps a prost…
To all the things beautiful
and decomposed
The truth
Yes, it is the truth, I suppose
What if I know?
How the knowing horrifies me so
Knowing all the things that knowing shows
Mostly devastation because
the truth is rarely a rose
What if I see?
Awaken to all the images that have haunted me
Gun fire in a city that never speaks
Living out sin for the secrets we keep
A virus to wipe out all of humanity
A friend I see slipping into an endless sleep
The people,
Are they people?
That reach out and weep…
For a final word, a last goodbye
Regrets leaving imprints
In my mind’s third eye
What if…
I stop begging to be loved?
Would you abandon me?
What if I accept that I really don’t matter
and I leave?
I am tired of being invisible
I want to be seen
Would it even matter?
Would you notice at all?
Would you catch me, before I fall?
To all the what if’s and the questions I have posed
Yes, it is the truth
that frightens me the most.
Categories:
prost, fear, suicide, truth, violence,
Form: Free verse
A danke Schoen
A Shoen danke
Poor Hilde works all day in a dull bank
A Shoen danke
A dankde Schoen
Prost! Cheers! Zum wohl! ~ Down the drain
Categories:
prost, celebration, life, work,
Form: Rhyme
i'd written
and thought
hidden several
drafts but cheers
to the last
pint that has
me with frothy
mustache over my
hairy but
beware of
the tickle to
come when i
down
the last
draft and
laugh and
say gan bei
cin cin salud
prost and skal
but after awhile
i'm
lost in
translation
????? ???????
Categories:
prost, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Hymn of the Oklahoma Seasons (Chronological)
A Monotonic Recite
Bitter reclusive
Comforter of sorrows
Isolated Fire
& Cocoa
A little family goes a long way
Optimism blossoms
with a bouquet of flowers
or a box of chocolates
in life & death
wave at the neighbors
Impatient
Short conversations
Peak ladies fashion
Everybody wants to be somewhere else
Road rage
Bipolar in order
Dreary and hopeful
Restful and playful
Which will it be
Truly the best smells
Prost!
Categories:
prost, humorous,
Form: Prose Poetry
CHEERS !
Toast to all the Girls, who live in a whirl, of parties and nightlife and fun.
Here’s to the those girls, who wake every morn, wondering who gave her the bun.
Scholl to likely lads, who think they’re real BAD, and can pull any girl on her own.
Prost to every man who’s, pushing a pram, thinking he’s pushing his own.
L’chaim to the chaps, who make Vodka and Schnapps, and make it so easy to sin.
Bottoms up to the men, who still sell it when, their customers mind has gone dim.
Chin Chin to the drinkers, long tall and short, who never know when to say stop.
Applause to the ones, who now know how it’s done, and drink to the very last drop.
Strong drink is raging, although it’s engaging, and wine is a mocker it’s true.
And whiskey divides, the fool from the wise, and is useful for cleaning the loo.
The effects of the drink, will cause you to sink, much lower than you want or need.
So take my advice, please refrain and be nice, your better off sticking with weed.
Categories:
prost, funnydrink,
Form: Rhyme