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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Chug-a-Lug

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Chug-a-lug down that drink
Yell and scream and throw a fit
Sip it back, rot your brain
Indulge in such traumatic pain
Kill your liver, your perception too
Might as well sniff some glue

They will get you wait and see
Paranoia for eternity
Drink and drive, drive don't drink
Vodka is the missing link
Whiskey helps to feel the bliss
Better than that one first kiss

Live in a bottle, no bulletproof glass
Don't be present at your funeral mass
Chew some candy, break a tooth
Snap some shots in a photo booth
Smile don't frown, hold the bottle high
Choose your favourite coloured tie

Learn to love the colour pink
Chug-a-lug down that drink.
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Women, Entangled

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Wanting her all to herself,
watching the wild spring out of her like a burst of red fire
she fans the flames with sheets woven in green,
trying to put them out slowly.

Wild flames are not meant to be tamed
she reassures her to resist -
wanting to light her sky orange
the fire spreads far and over.

This blaze isn't for keeping,
it won't ever be spoken for one's own
and in the novelty of your night,
I want to make your shadows dance.
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Poetry

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Ian -
Enchanted by blue eyes unknown
and lips already spoken for
piano hands strumming strings
mesmeric notes forever sing
devoted man with driving dreams
drains his soul on ivory keys
afflicted with uncertainty
understood sympathetically
Bottomless Bedroom -
Dancing skin floats in the air
Spinning silver in a square
Songs unheard of fill the room
Heart beats happy to the tune
Walls that can't hush a scream
Illuminated by a screen
Darkness falls and stars soon rise
Feeling stoned off lovesick highs
Swallow happiness; inhale bliss
Emotions welcome to persist
Pants of romance knock on doors
Passion drips out from their pores
Creates magic with his hand
Takes her to the Promised Land
Germany -
Fighting sadness with her mind
it shaves her heart like orange rind
tiny pieces on the floor
beaten up, tender, sore
devastation in the air
damage done beyond repair
inability to regress
no control leaves her a mess
in attempt to win this war
lack of time defeats once more

Published by Everything Magazine, Winners of the International Poetry Association's Editor's Choice awards
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