Short Corks Poems

A drunken bartender named Joe

Sports LEGERDEMAIN as his show

His corks popped and were hurled

As he curled and then twirled 

Shock drenched in the HIPPOCRAS flow...

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My eyes, look into them.
What stares back at you?
Can you see the emptyness behind them?
Imagine two corks in bottles of wine.
Popping them out, and finding them full of nothing.
And me deflating with a hiss of dispair....

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Sunny Side Up

Don’t despair
The rain’ll clear
The storm’ll
Change it’s coarse

Sunny days
Are on the way
So unstop  
All the corks

Drink up life 
With all your might
And don’t look 
Back at you

You’ll never know
When you must go
So do all 
You can do

By: Bill MacEachern...

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Attacked by pugs! What kind of pugs?
Puppy pugs, those horrid thugs!
They think our nose and lips are dugs! 
They want to eat our ugly mugs!  

Their poops like slugs upon the rugs 
They chase the bugs and bite the corks
Out of mugs with mighty tugs and drink the drugs
Then dance to fancy music by the Fuggs....

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All towns'
Countdown

New Year
We Cheer

Fireworks
Like corks

Serve foods
More goods

Rabbit
Grab it

We pray
God stay

Restart
Clean Heart

Renew
Debut
 
Forgive
Love lives


Jan. 4, 2023       7.12pm


Wishing you all a Glorious and Prosperous New Year 2023! God bless you all always!...

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Pixelated poetry, 
these trapped little bits
Manufactured in the silence,
concocted, badly fit 

Sound of feigned defiance
with surplus ablated
Or surreal with cold intention,
reality choked, castrated 

Making simple complex,
floating on minds stream
With deliberate circumvention,
billion corks bobbing in my dream...

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Under wounded light
I go back in time.
Pushing up doubts
Like bottle corks,
Worming to the point,
Knowing not what I seek,
I cross the bridge I am building to who-knows-where.

The past parades around the present
As I stand with eyes downcast,
Forgetting to look to the trees,
Where freedom flows like raindrops,
And the answer awaits like the sea....

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The revelers will party.
The champagne corks will pop,
While I’m at home and won’t partake – 
No, not a single drop.

As friends and family gather
To welcome in the year,
I will not join them; rather I
Will watch TV from here.

I’m feeling sick on New Year’s Eve;
No merriment – instead,
I’ll dream about the countdown
While I’m zonked out in my bed....

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Now its that time again, another year comes to a end, gathering crowds people strangers,
Joined together,
Drinking champagne corks popping,
Glasses klinking bubbles fizzing,
2014 a year remembered
Love ones we loss
We never forget.
The babies born New beginning,
2015 I welcome you,
With my mind a positive path.
Dawn Mclaughlin. @2014.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL....

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Champagne 

Champagne bubbles tickle!
Can you feel their misting?
Corks are   pop...POP...POPPING 
Counting down to Midnight!
Confetti starts dropping
Cocktails sipped and lifting
Clinking: HAP!--PY NEW YEAR!

deborah burch©12.21.16
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Form: Pleiades 
For Andrea 's Merry Christmas /Happy
New Year---Pleiades CONTEST....

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mountains bob like corks
adrift on liquid magma -
pond scum shelters life

Earth’s magnetic shield -
magma’s gift of moving charge
thwarts sun’s deadly winds

continental drift -
neighborhoods fenced by oceans
breed diversity

random mutations
offer death or advantage -
unearned consequence

life’s adaptation
to universe in motion -
the true face of God 

Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016...

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Majestic colours
Line the room
Red, Orange Gold.

Champagne bottles
All popped their corks
Stand tall on shelves.

Mirrors, Mirrors
Fretwork frames
Everywhere reflecting
Orange lighting.

Tallow hanging
Like pearl dropplets.

Arched doorway
Draped in red velvet
Tied back with
Gold sashes.

Pictures, pictures
Hang all around
Past and present
Black and white.

Busy, Busy,
Mind racing
Will I write?
I think not......

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Not a message in a bottle...

As my heart looks out to sea...

...Each wave that crashes...The message I receive...

...Not my bonnie lies over the ocean...

...This gift, this love,

...Upon all sands...

...Stands alongside with me...

...Deep within ocean waves...

...To white surface spills...

...Like champagne corks in celebration thrills...

...Not my bonnie lies over the ocean...

This gift, this love,

...Upon all sands...

...Stands alongside with me......

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Skin trophy draped over chandeliers
champagne corks popping below
gyrating doves chanting like crow.

Though wounded it slithers alive
gathering hate for a big fang surprise
venom trumps feathers with a roll of the die. 

Sated by sun and wrecking ball fate
at the bottom of the nest it quietly lay
donning a necklace of blue shattered egg.

Surround the coil with a halo of respect
most victories drown in shallows of brevity
silent rattle is truly the song of the blessed....

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By the gray rivers flowing, the recently revived,
bob along like Champaign corks in the swift current.

The dead always pop too soon,
even when
you pull their corks with long lamentations.
The fizz-fuse keeps burning.

Morning finds them on-going,
restored and drifting among the detritus
of our own sad endings.

They are not ghosts, you gave them names,
but they do not answer when you call.
They instead, bump against the riverbanks
endeavoring to once again, come ashore....

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