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scrawny Apr 2020
As I count one two and three
the bottle landed on me
who could it be

is it a he
or is it a she
we'll find out and see

as I sought  it's identity
I can no longer find tranquility
cause it's the girl that makes me faulty

what is this feeling
that I'm feeling
it's so frustrating

not knowing what to do
with this overbearing
feeling called loving
Bhill Mar 2020
Angel Moroni watches over his fold
He holds on to a horn said to be made of gold
He stands on top waiting the moment to arrive
When it finally comes the horn takes a dive

The earth was tired and decided to shake
The Angel looked down during what was a quake
What he saw was surprising and actually quite weird
All the people were gathering things it appeard

Why do they need all that paper in rolls
Why do they need all those bottles, who knows
The horn was broken when it hit the earth
It was bent in half, now what's it worth

Someone grabbed it right up and ran like the wind
He was chased and caught as this was a sin
He would have liked to play that horn
He held it so long and now he must mourn

What to do, what to do, is all he could think
The world has gone nuts and he needs a drink...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 79
In today's climate, this I found to be extremely well-timed and very funny. I hope most of you agree.
Virginia Eden Feb 2020
Let me sail away on a boat
made of soda-lime glass
Let me float out to the middle of the ocean
as a messenger in a bottle
Let me lie there
cradled in the crook of the tumultuous sea
pressing my face against the curve of the glass
watching for the glint of neon fish
and great ocean leviathans
And, when I grow bored,
let the glass of my boat fracture and shatter
and sink
to the very bottom
so that the ocean can swallow its messenger
And in a thousand years, let all of my glass pieces
wash up on the golden sands
of some forgotten shore,
smoothed and beautiful.
Gabriel Dec 2019
Why latch on a lover
who couldn't even shed a tear for you?

Does your pillow know
How you cried for her in a bar
Only to go home
with a drowning heart

For you held the beer bottle
More than her hand
You chugged it down
Hoping it will be emptier
Than you ever can
A M Ryder Dec 2019
So another
For the writer
Another bottle
All by myself
To soak my soul
And drench any
Dream or hope
Of a happy life
I might have
Had left
Charlotte Ivy Nov 2019
Yo ** ** and a bottle of ***, is it me or the alcohol that makes you ***?
Poetic T Oct 2019
Plastic seas
               suffocate oceans..

Bottled apocalypse...
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