Short Goblet Poems
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He said, be my valentine love
Then he slowly put on his glove
He took out dark chocolate
Threw it with the goblet
Then smirKly said, oh I’m sorry my-love
wine’s fragrance is heavenly
love the feel of the cool crystal goblet stem in my hand
in a few minutes my thoughts are mushy
I become extremely giddy and gushy
Green moss
glistens. Trees reach
out to one another.
The wind,
she is singing!
o spring, o life,
o crystal lake
so full
filling up some
goblet in
my soul.
What is thy duty
Where is thy service
An eagle’s chance
Oh, I would give
This right arm
To drink of
This goblet, but
One sweet
Night
To gain
This isotope
Of love
allow me to introduce to you
a dear friend
may I present The Green Man
we once shared a goblet of mead
inside the head of a nobleman
sometime in the early
thirteenth century
So many known faces,
So many recite-worthy roads and ways,
We don’t meet again, how many days
Gone;
With this goblet, I recall those names,
And I had have my drinks
With these oblivious nights,
Accompanied by my loneliness,
Alone.
Her daughter did pour, and then more, of wine.
The goblet was tall and she filled it fine.
The glass sort of tipsy —
Well-tanked was the gypsy.
A cop cut her off when she crossed the line.
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Marla the mermaid was a timid little creature who chose quiet
She stayed in her goblet during more than one insane riot.
A green frog stood guard, for he was intrigued by her charm.
She allowed him to stay, for after all, what was the harm?
I would dance upon the cratered moon,
for just one dance with thee.
I would sip the hemlock,
if touched by your lips the goblet be.
I would peculate the honeycomb,
and risk wrath of the bee,
if you had deigned to ask the honey
from impoverished me.
Like that broad in an apricot bra
hanging over the sill
of her tenement window, the sun
is over me now, its nectar
laughing and falling.
I don’t have a barrel,
not even a goblet,
so I whirl underneath
hoping I drown.
Donal Mahoney
A Lovers Charm..
A Merchants Ring.
A Bullfrogs Heart..
A Black Bats Wing..
In the cauldron,
to simmer and swell.
I raise the Goblet..
and cast my spell.
Actual spell:
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sweet tooth pig Charley Barley had cupcakes on her head.
tied into an oversized crystal goblet, full of sugarplums all red.
there were lollypops and m and m’s, so she would be well fed.
we followed her all over hoping she would drop a few my cousin said.
Fill the golden goblet
And sip the wine of life
Leave your cares far behind
Your worries and your strife
Let your thoughts just drift away
You spend too much time thinking
Strip the burdens that you wear
And spend more time just drinking
rainbow iridescent waters reflects the pink moon of Greece
I pour myself a goblet of wine, observing the prettiness of the vegetation
it has been the perfect day.
I pick up my pen and begin tossing down words.
they all have to do with beauty, for how could they not?
As of a chrysalis
the beneficent breakage
exfoliation
emergence from
isolationism
into a mosaic of group dynamics
a centring of regard
a new diagnosis
a lissom beginning
departing an empty goblet
full of peppermint concern
sbaquie 2000
Rosé Wine
The molten goblet tips,
spills day’s waning wine,
blushing the surface,
dimpled crystal catching color like liquid glass.
Quietly the sea sighs,
sunset dreaming.
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KISS OF DEATH
full-bodied wine
felicitous lipstick
smile glistens in goblet
gregarious sips
~
rogue wave
of purple grape
plenipotentiary drink
steals Juliet’s kiss
11/4/2017
Rick Parise’s 8 Line Poem Contest
Theme: Death
In few divine moments i lived
When I palated the wine of love
and fell in heaven ...
In the goblet of peace, I consumed and
In placidly remained ...
At the portal of light i endured,
and I was soothed...
Back to earth now ...?
No i won't be back
Kings drained the goblet
silver and pearlescent.
A sweet odour drifted
coiling heavenward
to feathered cloud spires
where ancient muses chanted
in tongues of mystery
and offered blessed words
inscribed on filigree parchment
engraved with magic images
worthy of few mortals.
Give me words worthy
And i will spill from this goblet,
Flowing bitterness shall let from my bosom
Hear my outcry all ye victims of my struggles
My scribble dripping in red
My pages drenched in blood
My words shall flow like a cleansing tide
And this i shall call my blood letters
Muses heady impressions flowing
fires a torch of creative passions.
Wine and sweet music evokes lovely
unheard song of extreme imagery.
From the invisible goblet pours
into my brain rivers
of ideas.
Penned
by
my
poetic form.
Another series of
lines taken shape upon written page.
Put your fingers into kalihi*,
Kalihta.
There is nothing there.
But it is so beautiful.
Your fingers – kalihi…
A fresco.
It remained of ???ss??**
in a boundless sea.
And my eyes.
*a kind of an oblong goblet of
Late Minoan epoch
** Knossos – a great archaeological site in Greece
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Beginning
House
Benefactor
Fourth
Salt
Nail
Sword
Terror
Wheel
Arm
Goblet
Incite
Water
Fecundity
Support
Eye
Breath
Fish-hook
Feast
Head,
Two,
Sign.
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Form:
I finger the rim of her goblet,
And speak with a slurring lisp:
"The floor won't clean itself,
no matter how many times I scream at it;
that's why I'm thankful you're in my life:
Because I rarely have to scream at you
more than twice."
- This is the early warning sign:
That it's nearly my bed time
softening attention
with bliss as the flame
silence our soul’s meditation
merging with God the aim
as we slowly vaporise
our aura begins to glow
to magnetism we acclimatise
in gentle mindfulness slow
encased in space-time
we as a goblet of God’s light
shine betwixt bliss beat’s chime
poised in peace day and night