Short Soused Poems
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A spiced vegtable stew
A soused mackerel
Mint lamb shanks with barley
A nice slowed cooked rice
Provolone cheese
Chardonnay
Port!
through dawn fuzzy haze
soused in sunrise cointreau rays
sits the woozy moon
Viv Wigley July 4th 2015
(For contest 'Drunken moon' sponsored by SKAT A)
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
The smell of Jack Daniels has people quite soused
Drink and seduce Mary
Or Elizabeth or Harry
Whatever you persuasion, time to act like a louse
September moon,
celestial skinny-dippers,
sangria soirée, so soused,
starlight swimming,
summertide celebratory,
singing soon sepia snapshots,
streaming in soulful sisterhood
psyches of sorrowful separating friends,
sadly, still scattered,
sweetly soliloquizing of
September of ‘76. ~
Gathering storm clouds
A feeling of foreboding
Alien house soused.
If it rains all through the night
Cadavers swing through rafters.
Fear II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
tubers on the vine
flourishing in fertile soil
field of potatoes
I swilled vodka made of spuds ~ Absolut
Distilled veggies that were grown as a root
Drank another bottle
Hit the ground full throttle
Grossly soused but I didn't give a hoot
ingested as French fries, potatoes are better for human health
~ ~ ~ ~
January 21, 2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Contest sponsor: Charlie Messina
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower;
wild canarys of the teary beebrush drown.
Rest with me! O' darkened orchards of the hour.
Rest with me under the clutter of your swirling bones-
the earth is showing us how to make something round.
O' buxom flower, how your luster sways ones
eyes from the gurgling mud; I of withered breath
entreat your pretty nectar with my lips
that i may taste and reflect in death
my soused exterior enclosed in your hips.
Praise my poetry prowess
I'm a man not a mouse
With my prose and my rhyme
Yes my ego's been soused
And is big as a house
At least most of the time
When level, I canter
I revel in banter
I'm not anyone's mime
Put me up on that stage
Though I don't act my age
And I'm well past my prime
So come in for the show
It don't cost much you know
Just a measly red dime
Said you're saving your bucks
And think poetry sucks
Then I say that's a crime