#drinker
does the darjeeling settle at the poem bottom,
drifting, dropping to the base, falling from
the letters above, struggling to defy gravity,
how would you know, into my tummy go
30+ ounces of caribbean dark aromatic
coffee, tinged with mocha forming
skim milk, ccs, recorded and ordered
for final disbursement
both darjeeling and I, have r~aged older,
my poetry advances in a different track,
the tea will be drained, and the poet
regardless of position let new ones
puddle, huddling, sating the cup's bottom
awaiting further instructions, most likely
drain dying riverdrops, almagamating,
ready to shower the seekers nearby,
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
May the devils have their due, and the angels get their share. Long live the home brewer of meads and brews and other godly delights that came from the yeast.
Here, here, to the dreamers that made the flavors of barley, hops, and malts.
Here, here, to the honey the fruits and maples that make the mead so sweet.
So raise your glass and tip your steines to the brewers that made life a lot more easier to shine.
Ziggy, zoggy, ziggy, zoggy, oy, oy, oy.
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 10:32 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 49
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
I ain’t an adept drinker,
When I see deep in your gleaming eyes.
I instantly become an adept drinker,
Oh My Dear Love!
I don’t gulp or pile the unique wine,
When I glimpse your moisty lips,
I miraculously found a vine cellar;
All by myself’ in your lips,
Oh My Dear Love!
Generously allow Me’
To unanimously ratify,
As an adept drinker,
Oh My Dear Love!
Therefore willingly I can soak.
In your eyes myself, As;
A confirmed drunkard,
Oh My Dear Love!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
I’m fascinated with your intoxication
You must really like this drink;
To let it steal away your paychecks,
Destroy your liver,
And your teeth.
You must really like this drink,
When you drink it,
You become it.
I don’t recognize you drunk.
Your mouth is ******
And your head is gone
You must really like this drink
To let it change the way you think.
Let it consume who you are.
And those who love you, turned away.
© Regan
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Tears often do cleanse the soul,
using them can make you whole.
kick your judgments to see light,
all your dreams will shine so bright.
Yes, be strong with eyes that see,
love is where you need to be.
Your so gifted look inside,
then you will move with great pride.
Drink it just does hide the pain,
in shadows one goes insane.
Better yet look deep to see
you deserve great harmony.
Be aligned with who you are,
skip the drink, as your a star.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
I am a lover of the written word.
A scribe who tickles a page.
I am a drinker who looks
through tinted glass and drinks
while writing my sorrows away.
I’m both lover and drunk
though not sure which comes first
So, I sit glass half full debating it,
over a cup of words, and a final period.
StarBG © 2017
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
I was born at night tall like swagger cane
A Friday's child - delivered with muse
That was fortunate enough for my parents
Oral poetry poured plentiful in the morning
That's what Saturdays are good for
Teachers worn their loincloth lose
As wine and fish soup flowed at ease
While farmers set out to burn in the sun
Now you'll understand why I chose not to be
a Saturday's child, I dread to be a farmer
Heavy drinking may not be my fate as well
It sure sets the mood right for what's right
I took sides with either of the two vices
I pitched my tent where grace and virtues lies
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
One more **** fool woman,
One more reason why
One more broken useless man needs
One more glass of rye;
No more **** fool women,
No more reasons why;
No more “Plenty grains of sand”,
No more *“No more **** rye!”*
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC