Short Corked Poems

Merlot filled pottle….
Sad words in a corked bottle
Tides pull full throttle...

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I drink   
way too much wine
today 
I woke up 
with, 
a cork - in my mouth
I pulled it out
smelt 
the end
too young
corked it again...

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i'm a belly
barrel full
of wine

but i've
been laying
down

all this
time so
don't

drink
from
me

as 
i do
you

even though
i'm well aged
now vintage

i
have
soured...

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double midterm 

a sinner complex
you hear train whistles 
say to yourself 
he’s nervous 
cat corked up
in my window 
a caboose in my house 
boose if you need it
double voyage  duplex 
many moons ago bad luck
whole bunch of holloween years 
to boot...

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A long reach of in-coming tide
laid it gently at my bare feet -
a green, corked wine bottle.

I could see a note within it still,
curious, I took it home.

That evening,
by the light of a desk lamp
I opened it,
revealing a handwritten message,
It simply read:

"Too Late."...

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In this empty heart,
There's a glass flask
With magic, corked up,
In the corner, forgotten.
Once upon a time,
It was open—
Heart enmagicked
With notions
To fly and measure the sky,
To sink in the world of dreams.
Now they live in the flask so great,
Forgotten, just like my sweet,
Smiling face.
...

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Has it been that long?

Yes. I guess...

many years

(past to present)

have come and gone;


many seasons:


leafless and green;

bare and blossomed;

plentiful and lean;


Thank God! Not many 
downright mean...


like wine

corked and sealed

memories

bear their stamp of 

time--


too very long ago


since yours
with mine....

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CHAMPAGNE, CORKED BOTTLES OF EFFERVESCENT FUN
SWEET AND FRUITY TO THE TASTE, OR MAYBE EXTRA DRY
A TINY GLASS OF BUBBLING, POPPING, SPLASHING FUN   
MAKE A CHOICE, BRUT, SPARKLING, OR SIMPLE ROSE
WHEN ON A FRUGAL BUDGET, ANDRE’S PINK
DOM PERIGNON FOR THE WEALTHY
KORBEL FOR UNDER TWENTY
PRICED JUST RIGHT
FOR YOU
"C"
"O"
"L"
"D"
"C"
"H"
"A"
"M"
"P"
"A"
"G"
"N"
"E"
IS SO
DELICIOUS
"HAVE A GLASS TONIGHT"...

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I met her on a mountain;
On a day that seemed serene;
She spun a thread of silky yarn;
Then wrapped me in a dream.

We lusted like two sailors;
Drinking our last slug;
Then tossed our message out to sea;
corked in side the jug.

We sang each other chanting’s
About never going away
But I was always looking back;
It was me that wouldn’t stay.

I’ve tried not to remember
Tried to lock it in a room;
But always in September;
Her face is in the moon....

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the moon moves through its phases
nonchalant and slow
each one pulls upon me
like the tide washing on my shore
when I think the cleanse has come
from the salty brine
the crescent comes and shines its face
with the memories that remind

laying on the sandy beach 
starring at the stars
wondering how I landed here
my heart stuck on a sandbar
the bottle that I corked and threw
into this vast green sea
drifts out for a little while
then always returns to me...

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Corked bottle
Under pressure
Shaken too much
About to explode
Too much to take

Like a bomb, I explode
Yelling
Shouting
Blaming you
Your fault that i'm like this

Addiction took me here
Too far
I do something drastic
Shiny metal
Calling me

Straight lines
Focus on the pain, I think
Let go of the anger
Channel my energy
I hear you

Laughing at me
What i've become
I blame you
You know your addictive
See what happens when I don't get what I want?...

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