Short Liquored Poems

Footsteps in the hall
Hiding in my darkened room
Smell his liquored breath
Please don't daddy, I'll be good
Please don't hurt me any more...

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Liquored up, Churchill liked to converse.
Talking politics, Winston would curse:
“All democracy’s trash!
We don’t act: we rehash.
But the other ‘arrangements' are worse."...

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only trash can blow 
on the prickly pavement
no mind is 
not precious 

no flesh can blow.
a women with three
teeth and liquored breathe, 
and carrying a sleeping
bag can 
never blow

to everyone, 
here is a soul 

can they not cry?
can they not see day?

they roam the streets, with 
freedom and pain

I pour my heart,
for everyone's jeans
are stained...

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Writings my love, and so are you.
I need both, yet most of all you.
My emotions, I . . . can keep hid.
Since I’ve known you, that’s all I did.
    Now lost you are and blank I am.
    So, to be sure you won’t know them.
    When I’m liquored or when I’m me.
    Apathetic, I shall always be.
I do not know what else to write.
For no more words I see in sight....

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Its times like this when I sit and think,
Who would really miss me if I left for good?
Would anybody care or just shrug it off? 
It feels like I can barely breathe.

So I will get liquored up and go for a walk,
And I will end up in the same place like I always do,
Standing on this roof looking at the view.

There is no way out for me.
This is my last breath.

I put one foot over the edge and the other follows suit.
I’m finally free....

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Fruit and nut  i n f u s e d , so
     flavourful and liquored.
Favorite Christmas TREAT !
        Flour, nuts, fruit combined, and
for three weeks  B R A N D Y  laced.
  Frosty cream top-    a real,
family TRADITION.

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December 10, 2016


Poetry/Pleiades/Verse/Fruitcake
Copyright Protected, ID 16-856-900-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

For the contest, My Merry Christmas Party
Pleiades Contest, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich

Third Place...

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