Short Cellar Poems

Contract be this Devil
This wine cellar of darkness
Satan, turn me loose...

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Maritime concert
July's late night cellar steps 
Strung lanterns and moon...

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through the cellar door
the artifact of living
tangent universe...

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The gas leak in my cellar made me yelp ~ I’d thought the candle might help...

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In the cellar of my heart, the best wine of life I keep: Friendship! 






© Demetrios Trifiatis
    16 April 2016...

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I
am--
the bard
living in 
the ancient cellar 
of poetry, with open heart
and wines to inspire life, my only aim, then and now....

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A poem
Scented with 
Rose petals

Sweeter than 
Your blood, which 
Is bitter 

Like... 
Un-aged wine in my cellar
From your sorrow...

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For everything in sight
Dark leaves fall upon this night
Falling through these cracks of light
Among the graves, this wine cellar of darkness...

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Like wine
deep in the racks
poems 
carefully age
Each of a
vintage
a time and a place
— labeled to consume

(The Rathskeller: July, 2015) 
...

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Welcome to Maison Ruinart
be sure and visit our cellar
It is like a dark gothic cathedral
We are one of the best vineyards in France
Chardonnay or Pinot Noir?...

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A wish for me
A wish for you
A wish for one
A wish for two
and a wish for four
to escape the black man
hiding behind the cellar door
...

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Yesterday I went to sell a door
At the home of Theodore 
Above him on a branch, The Raven
Below laid cellar-door
They opened, revealing, the one I so adore
But I cannot reach her, nevermore...

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She was pretty. Her long hair was yeller.
He was ugly… a balding old feller
He slurred, "ma handle be Luke,"
She gagged and started to puke,
‘till she saw the gold stashed in his cellar!...

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A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller” 
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply 
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters...

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A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller” 
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply 
Joshing in case some cops are Soup dwellers...

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A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller” 
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply 
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters...

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YOUR HEART without passion
your cellar without a door
your kindest eyes 
ruthless color
stabbing my heart
without leaving traces
towards Heaven with haunting voices
is my personal hell.

:: 07.07.2022 ::...

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Tornado


Storm
coming
wind has changed
in the cellar
run


Glass
breaking
house destroyed
we have been spared
pray




Written for nette onclaud's "Turn On the Lanterne" contest
Bob Quigley...

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If in your fruit cellar you find
My jar, you need not be perplexed
When one day the label reads
"Canned peach preserves";
And on another day, "cubed dills";
Or if you find upon opening
Nothing of the label of contents....

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The ghost with the cloak
stares coldly with no eyes
causing lids to shut
life thuds on land
his scythe steals souls and vitality
by the millions
creating profit for his red wine cellar
and in the end
he will stand on top...

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let me
be grapes
from the vine
dangling blue

not wine
but warm
hotter then
room temperature

bring me
up from the
cellar to sell not
your but mine from

the shelf
blow the dust
off my bottle and
twist your cork screw...

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Hootin Bootin Shootin Tootin Smokin Lokin Caterpillar
Running around in the recesses of the darkened cellar
Taking long deadly drags from his menthol minded mary jane.
We cannot sing this song without a lively mootin grootin refrain....

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Elmo Elmo was an elephant seller
He kept a white elephant in the cellar
He swigged all the bottles
Down a hundred throttles
And was turned into a big screw propeller












Elmo Elmo (C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
2014...

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Cinderella, a misfit from her family
after a long day of work
locks herself up in her room
with her animal friends

Waiting for a prince
to take her away from her miserable cellar
and letting her animal friends stay
This is how I feel today...

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Shedding a final tear
from the cellar of my pain
The walls close in the sorrow
imprisoning me again

Breathing a final sigh
into a memory you forget
My words trapped into silence
—alone with my regret

(The New Room: January, 2022)...

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