Short Inebriate Poems

Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)...

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Saturated in writer fluid,
  lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
  drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
  the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
  —this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January, 2018)...

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Open your ears and hear the noise.
 Listen to the pounding of the surf,
 the sound of waves crashing on the sand.
 Feel the searing rays of the sun, like sparks of flames from a fire.
 Touch the swirling drops of cooling mist
 sweeping across the sand.
 Pure blues and glorious greens fill this mirage
 to inebriate the senses.
 Close your eyes and try not to flounder while you stay afloat.
©K.Chun 2014...

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Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
    infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
       break the cloudy mantle’s mood so dreary,  
  subdue the winds to flutes of airy sweep 

imbibing rays of crimson-orange hues, 
   inebriate to liberate dull senses seized -
       fly away! those murky flocks of gray no longer moody
   a consequence of sweet relief received. 


Susan Ashley
September 29, 2020

(December 21, 2019)...

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Insanity constantly enslaves and mocks
No break, no pause, the appetite always knocks
Enough, never registers, his life, it sucks
Beer and gin, in his long gut line up and flock
Rich pockets, poor soul, behind the prison’s lock
Inversely proportional life, on the pluck
Always emptying bottles all round the clock
Time is in motion but his, suffers a block
End of this story is bottom of the rock...

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