Short Carousing Poems
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Distant volcano vents bedim
the ever-changing azure welkin
Drunk off demons carousing amuck
in my metaphysical crepuscule
Alone, not lonely
A book by my side, rousing
Soul’s one and only
Mind and heart calmly browsing
My thoughts gently carousing
Dr. Jekyll
smart, urbane
nurturing, dreaming, scheming
inventive, anxious, lustful, violent
carousing, raping, murdering
drunken, debauched
Mr. Hyde
can't see again
cross you like a whip
just like that
quick like cheetah
cross him
hippo comes out
cheshire around you
around again
cross again whip like
cabal cabbies cackling in the colorful cabaret
concealed conceited cadaver carousing cabbage day
carefree cantankerous canticle cleaning along the way
capsized catfish captain crooning as cabbies play
There once was a Wulfman named John
One of the most talented poets to come along
Limericks were his thing
But his constant carousing
Caused concern, caught cavorting in just a thong
© Jack Ellison 2015
Words are fun
Tah Dah Tad De Doo
Skipping with sun
Carousing in blue
I am eager to drink coffee
From a faerie elf’s shoe
Add a little sweet toffee
Lah Shah Lad She Doo
Writing is amazing
Sah Wah Sad We Sue
Cattle come a grazing
Nah Mah Nad Me Moo
She comes across the screen dancing her boots off.
Kicking and carousing, showing us her sexy legs.
She is the Old Gold Cigarette Girl of course!
Men were men back in the sixties,
But women were “girls” – it put them on their children’s level
Because men could not take the vote back.
If he was the provost of a prison
He would open all of the cells
Let the prisoners decide among themselves
Who would live and who would die
They would dance into the yard
Laughing and carousing
Except for the small ones
Survival of the fittest
So aren’t you glad
he is not the provost of a prison?
Christmas cheer is thick this year,
Hot toddies give way to highballs
Resulting in the requisite arguments,
Insults and black eyes,
Same as last year and the year before,
Tomorrow, too ~ New Year’s Eve,
Made for drinking and carousing
As the midnight striking of the clock
Signals another year of cheer.
In America, Passover’s a marathon
in Israel, it’s a sprint
Two nights @ four cups of wine in the USA
One night, four cups, in the Holy Land, recover in a day
All that anticipation in Israel
one measly night, the bubble bursts
In the Diaspora, two long nights of carousing
~ though some would say we’re cursed
Creative Christmas Candy Canes
Crunch cinnamon crusts
Chasing and carousing,
Curious cousins with cruising curiosity
Searching for Spend-thrift Santa
Singing Silver Bells,
Sugar Plum Sensitivity
Sashaying and swishing across stage
Lots of lively laughter
Luxurious lighting
Light hearted loveliness
Looking toward next year’s Christmas
October Bliss
In the mood for autumnal cavorting and carousing,
dripping with morning dew drops and blowing moist kisses at rainbows,
golden leaves flit about wind-swept paths searching for dancing partners.
10-08-2014
Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams/Sijo or Sedoka
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placement: 3rd
A dime of orbed light
Hangs in water from a limb
Winter cries for spring
She has grown white haired
And soft, melting in the sun
Love uproots our fear.
The wind chisels flesh
My canvas shivers with light
Stars have twinkling eyes.
Change is a new bud
Carousing on a warm sprig
Tongues panting to paint
The sky cloudless, soft
As flakes in the arms of leaves
Brown on barren ground.
Never so sweet - as the rosebud's feat
to capture the bloom of the rose
ensconced within - it's petals thin
to break forth with color intense
lips pursing up - shining with dew
carousing the sun for it's heat
sensuous wiggles - the flower entails
seducing it's nutrient's meat
radiant rays - soft petals caressed
it's fertilization bestows
the velvety blood red kiss - of -
the passion embraced by the rose
Beware that your hearts do not become drowsy from carousing
And drunkenness
And the anxieties of daily life
And that day catch you by surprise like a trap
For that day (of Jesus' Coming) will assault everyone who lives on the Face of the earth
Be vigilant at all times and pray that you have the strength
To escape the tribulations that are imminent
And to stand before the Son of Man [Taken from LK 21:34-36]
My stitches aren’t even;
My squares don’t line up straight
And if you want a quilt from me,
It’s years you’ll have to wait.
Yet every Thursday, there I sit,
My needle pulling thread,
With not a thought beyond that room
Carousing in my head.
I’m calm, relaxed and in control
And while my scissors snip,
I bask in camaraderie
And crafting fellowship.
My projects hang around the house
And in my grandkids’ rooms,
But it is in my quilting class
Where my composure blooms.
I know why the caged bird sings
The bird is not signing but crying
For the daily loss of its parents.
Birds are asked to leave the nest for their survival at an early age.
Mother nor Father are not there to educate their off- spring through 18 years of life while it roost at home.
No birthday parties
No date nights
No porch light letf on until a wild night of carousing.
The caged birds cries when he was abandoned and rejected and forced to leave the safety of the home.