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Poems
David John Mowers Jun 2016
Alcoholic
David John Mowers
Jun 2016
Dusting off the rabbity
that squirrely tempo anxiety,
closing in with night.
The irresistible pattern
the irrational illogical fight
a battle with one’s discipline,
mirroring our might.
I make it home a fluttering
belly twirled and muttering,
I tell myself tis alright!
The damage done, and everyone,
I’m just like them and millions more
succumbing at the Devil’s door.
And the taste, the burn,
the healing calm,
the shaking and the thinking gone.
Knock one back, slam out another
night is early, rock it brother,
Tying on a swilly swirling
buzzed-out brain and mind a twirling. . .
“Ahhhh…”
I feel better now, exhilarated,
exasperation falls to stout resound;
I pour again and knock it down!
“Ahhhh…”
Spinning now, not to say I’m spun
but choosey choosing several a pun
I see myself an accomplished one!
Yes, that’s it, that is me,
look upon with thoughts of glory
yank open the freezer for glass that’s hoary. . .
How cool am I? certainly not boring
all night I’m here, pouring, pouring. . .
Buzz subsides, thoughts slow too,
lurid leering, slobbering swearing,
stupid actions and nothing new?
I lose the bottle,
I lose my shirt,
***** on myself,
pass out in dirt.
Another night of drunken hero,
time that’s wasted for kingly Nero.
But who am I to judge myself?
I’m hardly worse than anyone else?
that squirrely tempo anxiety,
closing in with night.
The irresistible pattern
the irrational illogical fight
a battle with one’s discipline,
mirroring our might.
I make it home a fluttering
belly twirled and muttering,
I tell myself tis alright!
The damage done, and everyone,
I’m just like them and millions more
succumbing at the Devil’s door.
And the taste, the burn,
the healing calm,
the shaking and the thinking gone.
Knock one back, slam out another
night is early, rock it brother,
Tying on a swilly swirling
buzzed-out brain and mind a twirling. . .
“Ahhhh…”
I feel better now, exhilarated,
exasperation falls to stout resound;
I pour again and knock it down!
“Ahhhh…”
Spinning now, not to say I’m spun
but choosey choosing several a pun
I see myself an accomplished one!
Yes, that’s it, that is me,
look upon with thoughts of glory
yank open the freezer for glass that’s hoary. . .
How cool am I? certainly not boring
all night I’m here, pouring, pouring. . .
Buzz subsides, thoughts slow too,
lurid leering, slobbering swearing,
stupid actions and nothing new?
I lose the bottle,
I lose my shirt,
***** on myself,
pass out in dirt.
Another night of drunken hero,
time that’s wasted for kingly Nero.
But who am I to judge myself?
I’m hardly worse than anyone else?
A Touch Of Poetry Mar 2018
Moment
A Touch Of Poetry
Mar 2018
There you are, standing in the hall with the moonlight cascading onto your skin, showing off the silhouette of your beautiful body.
I curse the Moon because it gets to touch you first. As I try to control my inner desire, for one brief moment, I allow my mind to race in desire.
Alas! I settled the discussion, I settled the debate and concluded at this one beautiful thing spoke your true fate:
'Gorgeous.'
Gorgeous is your skin.
Gorgeous is your smile.
Gorgeous the way you walk.
Gorgeous when I hear you talk.
Gorgeous.
(Wild thoughts)
With my eyes I summoned you, laughing at the Moon as it is no longer kissing your beautiful skin.
As I lay you down on the bed I slowly open your legs, I can already smell your nectar.
I, like a hummingbird am drawn to your forbidden nectar, then for a brief moment I hear your heart skip a beat.
I blow on your ******* now warm to the touch, you let out a soft moan 'ahhhh, love, don't stop'.
With a smooth deep soft voice I uttered 'your wish will always be my command' I was truly wrapped in the moment.
I curse the Moon because it gets to touch you first. As I try to control my inner desire, for one brief moment, I allow my mind to race in desire.
Alas! I settled the discussion, I settled the debate and concluded at this one beautiful thing spoke your true fate:
'Gorgeous.'
Gorgeous is your skin.
Gorgeous is your smile.
Gorgeous the way you walk.
Gorgeous when I hear you talk.
Gorgeous.
(Wild thoughts)
With my eyes I summoned you, laughing at the Moon as it is no longer kissing your beautiful skin.
As I lay you down on the bed I slowly open your legs, I can already smell your nectar.
I, like a hummingbird am drawn to your forbidden nectar, then for a brief moment I hear your heart skip a beat.
I blow on your ******* now warm to the touch, you let out a soft moan 'ahhhh, love, don't stop'.
With a smooth deep soft voice I uttered 'your wish will always be my command' I was truly wrapped in the moment.
Donall Dempsey Jul 2018
AHHHH PEACE AT LAST!
Donall Dempsey
Jul 2018
AHHHH PEACE AT LAST!
The goat is in
the kitchen.
The chicken is in
the living room.
The dog is in
the bedroom.
The cat is
on the mat.
The cow is
mooing in the window.
The humans are out
visiting other humans
in the next village
if one could call it that.
The landscape is asleep
in the sun.
The animals have the house
to themselves.
The goat is in
the kitchen.
The chicken is in
the living room.
The dog is in
the bedroom.
The cat is
on the mat.
The cow is
mooing in the window.
The humans are out
visiting other humans
in the next village
if one could call it that.
The landscape is asleep
in the sun.
The animals have the house
to themselves.
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First ever Greek holiday....always remember to lock the door. The goat was the ringleader who butted into our private space and of course the others followed...guess they must have read ANIMAL FARM.
First ever Greek holiday....always remember to lock the door. The goat was the ringleader who butted into our private space and of course the others followed...guess they must have read ANIMAL FARM.