Angst Wine Poems

I stumbled last night and today
After a year and 8 months 
It started with Chinese cooking wine
It began with the night's emptiness
Wine becomes bad days...

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Slip
wine lips
like
the French
Tongue tango
angst of
sighs
Deep and
silky soft
Wet-whisper gust 
tickles ear
with warmth
Sip
goblets
cheekily
Thirst lost
in
crimson 
dusk

3/6/2023
Waltz Wave
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Checked with howmanysyllables...

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Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers, 
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract. 
So, my...

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Red wine part 2

It trickles and swirls 
around my worn out mug
Tattoes and tears so 
they think I'm a thug
Really though everyday I grow
And I'd...

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Tonight I lay in bed in dread 
of returning in the morning 
to the beige building on that dead end street 
that floods like the...

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Fix up this love or I'm tearing it down
You took a decent house and turned it inside-out
You sealed up the windows and padlocked the doors
Why...

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Welcome to Home School today,
A typical mum might say,
We'll start with Maths, okay?
First, I have an empty glass,
There is 0 wine here for a blast,
Then...

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She sits slowly sipping 
her glass of wine
Is this number four or five? 
She’s lost track 
of everything, 
except 
the snow blanketing the ground outside
Three...

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Happy days of wine and roses
were illusions, tethered to hope.
Sharp shards of broken promises;
clips the wings of a fledgling heart.

Torrential tears begin to flow,
raising the...

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Webinar expires today!
Kids pick up, read to and play
Washing needs to be hung out
Dishwasher’s ready for clearing out
Cat needs taking to the vet
Bills need sorting...

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I tremble
with thoughts
of what might have been

I let an opportunist
within my circle of trust
his charms and guises

Slipping a rufi in my wine
and too naïve to...

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Paris Floods

In the city of young lovers
Of those lost philosophers
I rushed there to be
Alone
Walking along ancient stone

I was flooded
With wine
The rains would not stop
Depressions grasp...

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Mother Superior faced a daunting task,
Like no other in her forty years.
She had prayed it simply wasn’t so,
That Holy intervention might belie her fears.

But sadly,...

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Attic living 


The echo of wine is sadness, jokes told are
not funny and laughter is a bronchial cough. 
Mirth gone when Sunday is despondent,
an autumnal...

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A glass of wine 

This is ridiculous it has no name engulfed by sadness, two bottles of wine and cigarettes 
and I’m drowning. Tomorrow no...

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