Short Soused Poems

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Premium Member Slow & Easy

A spiced vegtable stew
A soused mackerel
Mint lamb shanks with barley
A nice slowed cooked rice
Provolone cheese
Chardonnay
Port!
Form: Epulaeryu


Drunken Moon

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)
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Twas the Week Before Christmas

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member September of Nineteen Seventy-Six

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. ~

Fear

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
Form: Tanka


Full Throttle-Hlm

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
Form: Monoku

I Know the Land Where the Lemon-Trees Flower

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.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member P is for Poetry

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
Form: Rhyme

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