I am drawn to you as an alcoholic to a glass of whiskey,
I lift you to my lips taking a simple sip,
I pour you from the bottle I’ve enclosed you within,
Without fail,
Another day,
Another drink,
Why can’t I stop pouring,
Pouring and drinking from your glass?,
I put you in the bottle,
I expected you to stay there,
My selfish ways inscribe within,
Tip the bottle,
Unscrew the flask,
Giving hopelessly into your misery,
You comfort me while you take my life,
You steal me from my body,
You disconnect me from my conscious mind,
Who might I call upon to save me from the nothingness?,
No, I am not an alcoholic,
But as I tip the glass further,
Your solace becoming my pain,
Raise a glass to despair!,
Raise a glass to easeful torture!,
No, I am not an alcoholic,
But I am addicted to the ideals you present,
Please,
I beg,
Save me from myself,
Save me from inside,
Please,
I beg,
I do not want to be okay if this is what it means,
I do not want to be okay if okay belongs in your arms,
I do not want to be okay,
I want to survive,
Let me survive.
Raise a glass to freedom
The salutation to Peter Fonda
Who passed away today
And the 60’s fade away
Captain America riding free forever
On his chopper on the highway to Heaven
With the wind in his hair
And freedom forever on his mind.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Ever gently the moon did rise
Distant unmoved by her cries
Alone 'neath a weeping willow
Many, many long years ago
Dreaming love would come
Waited a long millennium
That's when bolted cupid's arrow
Many, many long years ago
Sunsets to soothe her soul
As ruthless time would take its toll
Her lover's soul a rodeo
Many, many long years ago
Empty loneliness pervaded
As each final moonray faded
To love raise a glass of Bordeaux
Many, many long years ago
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on December 16, 2019 for contest STRAND SPECIAL 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
and July 9, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 1, JULY 2019 - REPEATING REFRAIN sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
To all you poets I don't know
I wish you well wherever you go
I see your poem as I look
Puzzles me what path you took?
I cannot read every line
Of your poems.....limited time!
I Wish you well ... Lad or Lass
Cheers to you...Let's raise a glass!
LET'S RAISE A GLASS
There's theories about how our life began
From sea as some have said
Some say we've all descended from apes
Look at the shape of our head
Some noggins have ape-like structures
More obvious in some than others
Guess we're probably related after all
Ancestors, sisters and brothers
Sometimes prompted to swing from a tree
Perhaps that's a pretty good sign
Constantly scratching our armpits as well
While hanging from yonder vine
Not trying to demean the human race
But d'ya think we've advanced at all
Still fighting wars, still killing and maiming
Basically the same crap overall
Well we don't really have an alternative
So let's all try to live in peace
And raise a glass to a much better future
When hostilities finally cease
© Jack Ellison 2014
.What do you think Dave.
.My attempt at a glass.
.I hold a glass up to.
.you for your help.
.and quick kind.
.ness.To you.
.I send all.
.mine.
.own.
.T.
.H.
.A.
.N.
.K.
.S.
.D A V I D.
.W I L L I A M S.
Thats better thanks its almost good now xx
Raise a glass.
Let's make a toast.
You&I.
We can burn the past.
At times when I feel like I will lose all sanity.
I look into your eyes and thank all that's holy for bringing you to me.
Let's light a match and strike it.
Burn the past that brought so much I want to forget.
A past filled with much torment and tragedy.
I have a heart with no regrets.
I will lay down this final sacrifice.
Just to give you life.
I'm not afraid to give you this gift.
I place in your hands what you so long have desired.
An act of selflessness.
Let's raise a glass and burn the past.
This is not a life that you can waste.
You only live once so let's burn the past.
The future is ours to embrace.
This world will be ours.
We won't stop at nothing.
To you my friends, I raise this glass
of love, good will and cheer.
For, may we meet again, for laughs,
at this same place next year.
Fear not the passing on my friends,
should you, not then, appear.
For, we will fill a glass for you
at your setting every year.
For, if you show in spite of death,
to raise a glass for cheer,
well my good friends, I say to you,
“you won’t catch me here, next year!”
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