They begin sipping then supping the Best on cask
Charlie the legend of the barley does a guest ask
What are you up to for the rest of the weekend?
Well regulars would often become a good friend
With a big grin..they swig & say…not a lot mate
Won’t go far…in the offing a spot of bar mat flipping
Will be here till late relishing & cherishing your beer
Gags & chinwags spin laughing gear quaffing just staying in…
Hate is on the screen and page, satan is seething in righteous inversion at this
This stage; of our age.' In paroxyms with contortiions Another abomination he parades, will you bow down to the
Statu-te? By now no doubt its been printed and lauded in
'The Age?' Who devoid of empathy.' Could have envisaged
This sad day? my heart is crying, my mind reels; and my eyes are sore, at this 'evil in disguise' this is an attack on human expression' on the right to err, and learn' it will take
Lattitude from our children.' By this no respect is ever to be earned, may its instigators face correction at the very hand of
Fate! for they are supping from a cauldron with the content
Denial and denigrate' where will children find the
Lattitude? Where can love dialate? Not in this airless tomb
I offer.' Its the lowest of dis-service to the state.' For the truth
There now is perjury.? And free expression made a lie.' Art
Is dead for the soul has fled ' this is not the way to true freedom.' It is just more gilded lies.!
What God(?) is this
That walks warmly alongside death
A malingering menace
Feasting on the pain of life’s limitations
A sadist, reveling in life’s clinging pain
Supping on the angst of agony’s doubts
Holding trembling hands
Promising nothing.
Who’s God(?) is this
Erasing the lines of life’s lunacy
Denying the agony of love’s departure
Reveling in the emptiness of alone
Offering no choice but death’s mystery.
What god?
I ask with venomed breath
Would slay youth
Extend a lifeless life
Of endless need
Prolong the hollow need
Of a God(?)
Who walks warmly alongside death.
I’m a tiny winged fairy.
Enjoy supping from each flower.
Look at the dragonfly so merry!
Sunflower is our bower.
He is my dear companion, cute.
His wings are so light and airy.
Sometimes up into the sky, we shoot.
Our feats will make you cheery.
Dare I Say
who is coming
to dinner who
is now being
seated at the
table of plenty
in this immediate
bluster of chaotic
bliss sitting across
from me is he
supping from the
brass cup sharing
his blood blessings
kneeling before
mother Mary
while Magdelene
washes my feet
I cater to the words
of Solomon the
quiet calm of
Abraham mingling
solely with Isaac
dare I Say
for we are not
Gypsies bathed
within the
Glory of God
Written by Yolanda Nicholsen
6-19-2-24 4:23 am 1:23 poetry soup time
In magnificent memory of Vee See’s zaniest chimpanzee
Probably discussed by merry monkey’s chipping chickadee
Readily and aptly apparent by three who seldom agree
Incredibly supping with Mamie, Marjorie and Mr. Paul Klee
Please pass the honey and the light brie said brazen bumblebee.
No one capably eats brie with lemon tea said a flickering flea.
Advice is free but listen, skinny skeleton, I dare you to try and oversee.
Chimpanzee and chickadee fell down laughing at this on one knee.
I only live to love you and be by your side
To burn in the flame of love's fire
Touch and feel your passion's fervor
Supping it to my heart's desire.
I only live to love you and be by your side
To feel your body's each breath and pulse
Peer into those glowing panther eyes
And jump into their depths on an impulse.
I only live to love you and be by your side
To feel like a babe in its mother's arms
To forget life's tumult and tussle
Safely cocooned from all gales and storms.
I only live to love you and be by your side
To bloom and blossom on your way
Like a mist jeweled red, red rose
Never to be cruelly plucked away.
I only live to love you and by your side
Like a crooning, brooding dove
My body snuggled close to you
To be lost in the sonata of love!
April.9. 2023
~ Placed First~
I Only Live to Love You Poetry Contest
Sponsor- JCB Brul
When you take from life and give so very little!
And think you are a Roman god,supping on wine from goblets gold.
For recreation,poetry has morphed into sheer madness and infamy.
Destruction of others, by sword, pen or mouth, is your goal.
Drunk, to the winds,with false pride, as your motto!
Smashing human hearts in your path?
True friends...of them, you have no further need.
Just rest ye, on your velvet couch.
Fanned by followers, your biggest addiction and sad affliction.
You have slain, cruelly, those who cared.
You threw them heartlessly down, hard marble, bloodied stairs.
5/25/2022
“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot,
As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street.
Tae nae yin in particular.
Did he vent his anger.
Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed
Wan pin rooted tae the graun,
Ither yin moved like a dervish,
Gaun naewhaur fast.
He should of been hame
Wi his wifie and weans
But naw he insisted
Wi a wee refreshment wi his pals.
Jist a hauf an a hauf an a wee blether
Pittin the world tae rights.
But man the craik was brill that nicht
Whit a pity it ended in a fecht.
Nothing though like the fecht
He wid huv when at home.
His wifie stood livid at the door
Tears a dripping ontae the floor
Weans moaning and bawling
Nae dinner again old mans supping fu.
Setterday nicht in Glasga toon
Lying sprawled an fu unner the moon,
©Andrew P McIntyre 2015-05-28.
my
weakness
but give me strength
to rip reality like shredded paper edges
ripping out her sad parts
betrothing ever letter
bleeding every ink on
every supping page and parch
meant with meaning
and this- withm-is just a fraction
cloud licks sexily against
the sun
clamour for her
style was less
pert in her inflection
beauty is looking for a new job
class in the contours of her ass
sighs caught between her thighs
weak as i am
Suddenly it's Spring!
Flowers burst in bloom,
Scent of their perfume
draws bees for supping.
It's a wondrous thing!
Birds converging,
Chicks emerging,
New life abounds
amid sweet sounds.
Warm breeze blows
Sunlight glows
Green meadows
revive,
alive,
thrive.
March 6, 2021
Spring Diminished Hexaverse
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
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Irene, dear cat
Ate a fat rat
Supping on this dish
Now eyes my goldfish
February 10, 2020
4pm PST
God is standing at your door
giving an appointed time to come
for He's knocking at your heart
waiting to hear your step one by one
When God puts out this call
He issues an if casting doubt
for you need ears and eyes open
to receive God's still voice it's no shout
God will stand there for a time
but you need to open the door
His grace needs a space to enter
then a little ajar shows there's more
The Lord wants to give you far more
coming close draw near for your supply
together supping with each other
being united in Christ your battle cry
Sadly some will not open this door
sinfully unwilling to believe this be true
but you believe upon Christ for mercy
for God's open offer you receiving do
("Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man shall hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him and will sup with him, and he with me."
Revelation 3:20)
They maneuver more slowly now
a hum of wings and shuffling feet
trailing the mist of fading warmth
staying closer to home and hive
supping on summer’s last morsels
collecting the nectar of dreams
to nurture the promise of hope
©9/6/2019
FAREWELL, SUMMER poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud - sponsor
the words
spoke clear and were defined
in each and every different
sylaball.
trust me to never
love you
she said in the moments
she allowed him to see her
than my presence is wanted
might they agree to meet!
either in it's meaning,
or pursuance of direction
might the lesser confusion
of knowing make you less
eager to agree.
collaborate
to have him weirded
that all beneath heaven shall
hate him.
in his new light might
we reveal to a world
how foolish it is to love
that those who can conspire against you
might meet to
sober the wines
of celebration
those that knowest
might now be beyond the circle
that they may wonder
in the land
as merchants
of their own product
harvest the fruits of your labor
and sup upon the nourishment of this earth
that he that seekest your treasure
might find dessert
among your harvest
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