Itsy-bitsy and itty-bitty were going to the fair.
Teeny-weeny and Mr. Leany said “we’ll meet you there.”
Had a strong drink that none of them could handle.
We had to lead them home by horse, carriage and candle.
No month charms me better than October,
It needs no strong drink to make me sober.
Cool as a cucumber, it brings delight,
And joy as vast as Jupiter's great might.
You bid farewell to September's with cheers,
As you have always done for many years,
Soon November's hue will fade away,
For December's chill too to hold sway.
Last night a great heaviness
fell through the roof
dropping like a boat anchor into my dreaming mind.
It was sentient,
a being as hard as steel and massively stupid.
I felt its dumb confusion, its awkward alarm,
I winced as it lumbered around my head-space
crashing into my own startled thoughts
though I realized on some level of awareness
that I was still living in a bad dream.
The brutishly bulky being wanted answers,
I wanted answers, the dream had no answers.
Eventually that solid hulking creature gave up
turning my inner-state over and smashing
my neuronal workings over its big stony head.
Oblivion took us both.
When daylight unveiled the long night
I looked about me
the bedroom was not ransacked
but my brain was blinking on ‘check engine’ light,
and something was still asleep
on the backseat of my mind.
Tonight I will take a strong drink and 2 Ambien
incase its guttural snoring, or its chaotic dreams
wakes me up again.
Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth
To the scourge
Of this earth?
I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.
The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts too much to think.
He saw a gap in the market,
Knew he'd found a niche
Got the idea at Scarborough
From donkey rides on the beach.
Camel treks from Whitby
Going the scenic way
Following the coastal road
On to Robin Hood's Bay.
The very place where, if
Local legend had it right,
Mr Hood and the Vikings
Had a very dirty fight.
He advertised on the Internet
Pretty sure there would be
A plethora of investors
All as Foresighted as he.
He checked his e mail hourly,
Couldn't understand why
After forty three days
Not received a single reply.
He sent the camels back to Qatar
After a very drastic rethink
Then devoted his life to
The Pursuit of strong drink.
You can find him by Donny station
A sight to make you weep
As he rattles his tin can
Begging for his keep.
There's a moral to this story.
Always look for the hitch:
Though better than the alternative,
Life at times can be a bloody .
Winter roars back,
May slips from view,
April has lost its anchor
in these storm tossed sky’s.
Songbirds scrabble under
canopies still too thin
for cover.
None look up but huddle
in puffer jackets recently stowed.
It snowed all day,
now the wind is shoveling daffodils
out of the soggy earth.
Mice nibble roots
brought up from old larders.
House cats glare from frosted windows,
bare feet wrap themselves in wooly
Christmas gifts.
When May arrives it will find us
defending slowly melting igloos.
Water is filtered through strong drink.
Fortunately, we have almanacs
and long range forecasts
so the present need for handmade arks
may not be necessary.
St Patrick’s Alphabet
A is America land of the free
B is for Beatles as Irish as me
C is the great Cliffs of Moher so pretty
D is for Dublin the capital city
E is for Eire – true name of my land
F is for Fionn and the Fianna his band
G is for Guinness a world-famous name
H is for Hurling a rather rough game
I is my Island and what it creates
J is for Joyce, Stephens, Swift and Jack Yeats
K is King Niall and the old kings at Tara
L is a leprechaun called MacNamara
M is for mise, me fein and me too
N is for Nuala, Naoimh, Nora and crew
O is O’Reilly O’Keefe and their worth
P - Patrick saint in the land of my birth
Q is for quiz, gob, cailin and the rest
R is the River Shannon in the west
S is for Shamrock a flower of three
T is Tramore, Tullamore and Tralee
U is U2 who are still going strong
V is from Ulster – he’s Van Morrison
W – whiskey a very strong drink
X is eXcuse me no word can I think
Y is for You when like me you agree,
Z ’s not in Ireland there no last can be
Passing With Regret?
(Written about someone long since passed)
Written: by Miracle Man
1-23-2020
In spring of life he saw true love and marriage,
It was a time of no worrisome things to nettle.
Being new to the institution he had no disparage,
but a few years hence it would test his mettle.
But later came winter and good times were past,
he began to wonder if good times did exist.
From his spring to winter he couldn’t forecast,
Strong drink became the culprit he couldn’t resist.
He ended up homeless one step from the street,
sin from a bottle had now possessed his soul.
Toward the end, in life, he couldn’t compete,
he had lost his pride and had no self control.
Regret is only felt after it is too late.
Tom
With the eyes of an eagle, men and women are in your sight.
With your eyes oh Lord, you see all who dwell on the earth.
You saw me as wine flooded my tongue,
the bottle emptied of all its sorrows.
For I was weak, a wretched soul at the end of the gallows.
The hangman’s noose tight about my scrawny neck.
You were there, with tears and a smile.
You saw the end from the beginning,
You — the Alpha and Omega.
You sacrificed the strong drink, replacing it with water —
water cool and crisp from the spring of paradise.
The petty officer with his serpentine tattoo
tried to swallow me whole. The stormy seas
suddenly calmed by the warmth of your words
as you spoke through wise lips your truth.
Oh Lord of men and seas, cleanse me with your brine.
See your servant who prays with humble lips, on her knees.
Lift our feet above shallow shores to the heights of tomorrow,
where no suffering will defeat us, only sparkle our uniforms.
9/9/2019
Write a Psalm Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
The Blue Dress: For Joe Biden
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
I need a strong drink at the nearest bar.
Biden is a sexual creep?
I just prefer to scream and weep.
The Oval Office antics were just a joke?
Pass me the ganja, I need a toke?
@better report all men who ever kissed the back of your head.@
Lighten up, America!
Panagiota Romios
April 3, 2019
The high places
are where the rich and poor go
Venues where they congregate,
order the strong drink and rub the elbow
They come together,
no matter the social strata
The high place
is the place you wanna go
to take a toke or a sip ...
and do a little idol worship
At the high place,
they all come together ---
no matter the time, day or weather
To hear the gladiator cheers,
to hoist the whiskey and beers
To inebriate their personal fears
at concert halls or cosmopolitan malls,
ritzy cabarets or plush chateau getaways
Go to an immaculate high place,
if you wanna get dirty lowdown
Take a trip,
baby, to Las Vegas town
Walk the tourist strip,
sample the forbidden fruits all around
Visit a Dagon high place, if you dare ... just don't be there
when the walls come tumbling down
In the rain,
In the spring.
He needs a drink
A strong drink
He is on the brink.
The drain is up his neck,
But the sailor is on the deck,
Waiting to embark before the
check-in
He is on the brink.
He shuffled a deck of cards on
the table.
Held on tight to the cords on the
stable.
He is on the brink.
Anxiety grips, nerves all over
He needs a drink, he is on the brink.
Ranting and shouting hysterically
But constrained physically.
He wanted to propose to her
But he needed a drink to ....
Come out of the brink
Dutch courage is all he has now.
He is cowered when dry;
He needs a drink to get out,
He is on the brink when dry.
I Am Laid Bare, Naked With Nothing To Hide
Just how much pain will thee, in hot anger inflict?
Enough that angels of mercy shall fall and weep?
Have I not paid for my faith being derelict,
this raging misery in which I can not sleep?
Thou hast broken my evil heart and pulled my claws
torn my betraying eyes from my black shrunken skull.
Made me blinded with strong drink, sleeping in horse stalls
now as lost ship, sinking with huge holes in its hull.
Will thee be sated, with destruction of past pride
extend thy soothing voice to sing again to me?
I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide,
empty ship, tossed and sinking in a stormy sea.
How much more deep torment will thy mad revenge heap
on a dying soul, promising true love to keep?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2016
Sonnet form - Lin 12/12
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 132
Written for my, "A Poem A Day, Authored By Me" , thread
When your MUSE leaves you
you struggle with the ink pen
your mind is all blank
A poets worst nightmare
writers block is a big scare
what if we could write and write
without needing to stop to breathe
It is always difficult when we can't think
the words are blocked from coming out
nothing helps not even a strong drink
you feel like you wanna scream and shout
I'm on the look our for the muse talent scout!!
11-5-2015
A poets dozen contest by silent one
Babylon the great has fallen has fallen....
Woe, unto them that call evil good, and good evil
That place darkness for light, and light, for darkness
Which put bitter as for sweet and sweet for bitter woe
Unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in
Their own sight ? Woe unto them that are mighty to drink wine
And men of strength to mingle strong drink: which justify the wicked
For reward and take away the righteousness of the righteous from them ?
Therefore as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame consumeth the chaff
So their root shall be as rottenness, and, their blossom shall go up as dust: Because....
They have cast away the law of, THE LORD OF HOST, and despised the word of, THE HOLY ONE.
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