dedicated to all the better poets here...*


don't know much about a quatrain
don't know how to write a refrain,
surely could not compose a
courtyard elegy
maybe after
and still untilled,
I been buried,
'n checked out
the neighborhood competition...

as for limerick,
that is Dr. Seuss
and Ogden Nash's shtick
with whom, eye,
a believed descendant,
cannot compete...

Oh dear me,  
no ode node-ed within,
as for a pastoral,
kinda hard to feat,
where I live,
a pastoral is grass cracks
surviving under,
breaking through to the other side
of concrete and blacktop rulers

Maybe one of you
will haiku,
send us a senryu,
send off, see ya!

the doc once diagnosed
a severe case of inflamed iambic pentametery,
with antibiotics and a diet of Hamletery,
was cured most satisfactorily

this silly pen-man-sinking-ship
ain't capable of dat,
boy how 'bout
an epitaph
for a graveyard stone,
should be plenty of room...
as it will be plenty short...

all eye see and all eye know
is vignettes that birth in me
walking down the street,
that's my bread and butter,
my soul's delicacies...
and moments that recorded
here, for a posteriored posterity,
as noted in my all my living
testaments,
drinking and spilling the vin,
from the uninvented igniting vignettes
that consecrate and connect our
knowing each other though odds are
we will never meet...we can yet
drink together
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"Don't know much about the French I took.
But I do know that I love you,
And I know that if you love me, too,
What a wonderful world this would be."

I like a little ***,
I like a little Coke,
I like a little Whiskey,
I like a little Dope.

I like a little Gin,
I like a little Wine,
I like a little Pill,
I like a friend of mine.

I like a little something to while away the time.
I like a little something to pacify my mind.

tequila
sliding down
quick, hot
and its taste
lingering in
the insides of my
mouth now
dancing inside
my body
and running
in my blood
like a marathon
racing to
the finish
only to get
me feeling
weak in the knees
tingling
and my mind was
once full of
stressed thoughts
creating
unnecessary pain
is now emptied
into the sound of
good laughs
and clanking glasses
whilst
drowning in the
music,
my body
swaying
in its rhythm
and my heart
sings where
people can hear it.
Did you hear it?
when I asked you
to dance?
when I grabbed you
by the hand
going with every
beat of the music?
when we smiled at
each other,
locked eyes
and I told you
what a great time
this was?
did you feel it?
did you feel
the way
I did?

By Arcassin Burnham


Done burned spit ends deep in my mind ,
I did it all for you,
I can't believe any word you say even if its true,
Can't sacrifice for love , what ever is above
will forgive me,
Just know if it goes down, every ex that ever hated are memories,
It might be you..

I can't love you , I can't love you, its like
being tortured way down in hell,
And oh my ******* gawd! Your lies will
throw me in jail,
I bring peace and love in this hated world , I hope
You could see,
Just know if it goes down, every ex that ever hated are memories,
It might be you,

You hate me , I can't love no more,
When we started you said you were for sure,
Go tell lies to your friends some more,
Can't love no more, can't love no more,
When we started you said you were for sure,
Go tell lies to your friends some more.

⏺

Sip sip,
The trees don't look as good as they used to,
They used to,
The sparkling bliss that is your eyes , when they arrive ,
Its like a dream just pulling me in,
breathing life into my lungs like no other herb,
I will leave my feelings at the door with one word,
And thats clear, and then if this clear enough,
Make your bed and lay in it when you see that could give two *****,
Good riddens,
Relaxation got me feeling high like off the ground to other realms,
I feel like , my body is being detoxed as well speak like,
So wavy I feel like going to sleep like,
It had me right.

I am drunk on the universe.
Drunk on gentle breeze that caresses
and breath infused with miracles.
Drunk in moment that shows gateways
to new beginnings in this the changing world.
Drunk on the fine wine of gratitude and compassion.

Here eyes of reader...
drink up through portal of visions
Let yourselves let go with fine vintage of love
to get drunk for it carries your essence
meant to be savored.