"flagons" poems
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Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?
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Whose women these are I think I know.
His housefly’s dead on the vignette though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his women pick snowdrops.
My little hornpipe is quite queer
He stops without a farce or sneer
Between the women with their frozen ‘la’s
The commonest everyman of the yawl.
He gives his harlot beldams his shaft
To assure they are his mistresses.
The only other soundtrack's the sweat
Of easy win from downing flagons.
The women are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promenades to keep,
And migraines to go before I sleep,
And migraines to go before I sleep.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
This Prince was handsome to the extreme.
He had definite movie star looks
That is if movies had been invented
back all those centuries ago.
She was the most beautiful princess
in all the kingdom.
He could not think of anything other
but to make her his bride.
So he set forth on his quest of the heart.
But when he rode up to her castle
though the haunted forest of whispers.
across the river of doom
and the desert of the dragons.
he arrived at her door
and proposed marriage to her
she said
No way!
Apparently, she hated men
and in fact, had a strong
penchant for girls herself.
Not one to dwell on the mysteries
of a woman's heart,
the prince said to himself
fucketh her.
And he turned to a life of bachelorhood.
Never ever to marry.
He bought a Harley Chopper
Dated pretty cheerleaders
and slim models with full bosoms.
And he never once caught his wife
in bed with some guy like his married friends did.
when he got home unexpectldy all was as it should be,
He took up hunting and fishing with his buddies.
raced sports cars at high speed.
spending lonely nights at ***** bars
drinking double malt whiskey
and the finest flagons of ale.
he never heard of ********
or a ******* honey-do list.
Nor did he ever get hit for
child support or alimony.
He kept his castle
and his beloved gun collection
And was as rich as blazes.
HE lived on a diet of fried food
bacon and eggs with sausages and beans
Hot chicken wings and tacos.
snacking on potato chips and gassy pop.
a diet that caused him to
blow enormous loud farts
which made him a revered legend
amongst his cronies.
who all thought he was as cool as hell.
He had loads of money in the bank
And not once in his life
did he ever put the toilet seat down.
And he lived
happily ever after
The End
Goodnight Children
all go. To sleep
Sweet dreams.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
A maidenly form with goodly balcony:
Chic design of an unrivalled Architect.
Finely balusters decorate her dreamy
Shape--especial from fore to aft.
As the Shulamite's apples in Solomon's
Pleasing courtyard is her love in my
Heart, exchanging thus my flagons
With her berries on the bed of sapphire,
Until dawn choruses enter the day's ear--
Heaven's chandelier beams into the bower.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
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Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Who never climbed the weary league—
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro’s shore?
How many Legions overcome—
The Emperor will say?
How many Colors taken
On Revolution Day?
How many Bullets bearest?
Hast Thou the Royal scar?
Angels! Write “Promoted”
On this Soldier’s brow!
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As Watchers hang upon the East,
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread—
As brooks in deserts babble sweet
On ear too far for the delight,
Heaven beguiles the tired.
As that same watcher, when the East
Opens the lid of Amethyst
And lets the morning go—
That Beggar, when an honored Guest,
Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed,
Heaven to us, if true.
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Taking two words to describe yourself
You just smiled "Annie Hall"
I had only seen Manhatten but somehow
Knew, knew how hard i'd fall
As for my turn
Well you just placed a finger on my lips
And then so softly whispered
Sentimental boy
That was then, as for now
Maybe the final credits have rolled
Our picturehouse now in ruins
No more screenings nor stories to be told
Like that derelict Ballroom of Romance
We visited at the edge of town
Summer nights, flagons of cider and your
Sentimental boy
Recreating it's history
By it's broken down and boarded up wall
Slow dancing in the moonlight
Stopping only to swear we'd heard a call
Rising from the paupers graveyard
Dancing silhouetted in the stars
Ghosts of dead lovers to an old fashioned tune
Sentimental boy
This town now has changed so much
But none so more than we
Yet so often on a warm summers night
By that paupers graveyard you'd still meet me
Humming some half remembered melody
Whilst wishing on the brightest star
Please oh please, won't you just let me be....
your
sentimental boy
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
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We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—
’Tisn’t all Hock—with us—
Life has its Ale—
But it’s many a lay of the Dim Burgundy—
We chant—for cheer—when the Wines—fail—
Do we “get drunk”?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we “beat” our “Wife”?
I—never wed—
Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons—
Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head—
While runs the Rhine—
He and I—revel—
First—at the vat—and latest at the Vine—
Noon—our last Cup—
“Found dead”—”of Nectar”—
By a humming Coroner—
In a By-Thyme!
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Mauve and purples,
flecked by light green,
the upside-down steeples,
are visited by the courtiers,
who enjoy communion over flagons of nectar,
and who have many rooms to visit,
this is their shimmering palace,
swaying lightly in the breeze
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
When I was a little tot
I wished to be Sir Lancelot
I leapt and pranced
And danced all day
I slayed great dragons
And drank from flagons
Passing the time away
As if I were a knight at play
Yes, I wished I was Sir Lancelot
But alas, one day
I learned that I am not
The great Sir Lancelot
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
After a quest spent moralizing his point all the way home
After leaving lance, buckler, and steed at the door
After a few hefty flagons of old school mead
A Sir Lancelot turns to an empty bar stool
And decrees:
Whether ***** or damsel
It matters not to me.
Luckily I never have to choose.
They’re similar ***** you see.
Coins or courage to open
The velvet doors between legs.
Towers of ******
Which isn’t saying
Only ****** reside in towers
Just why the ones I free?
Oh bards sing unto me
A song fit for my misery.
For no one’s figured the secret
That it’s only the armor they need to see.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
The Single Prince------ a fairy tale for adults ---By Jude Kyrie
He was handsome to the extreme.
Definite movie star looks
if movies had been invented
back all those centuries ago.
She was the most beautiful princess
in all the kingdom.
He could not think of anything
but to make her his bride.
So he set forth on his quest of the heart.
But when he rode up to her castle
through the haunted forest of whispers.
across the river of doom
and the desert of the dragons.
he arrived at her door
and proposed marriage to her
she said
No way!Apparently, she hated men
and in fact, had a strong penchant
for girls herself.
Not one to dwell on the mysteries
of a woman's heart, the prince said
fucketh her.
And turned to a life of bachelorhood.
He bought a Harley Chopper
Dated pretty cheerleaders
and slim models with full bosoms.
and never once caught his wife
in bed with some guy
when he got home unexpectedly
He took up hunting and fishing with his buddies.
raced sports cars at high speed.
spending lonely nights at ***** bars
drinking double malt whiskey
and the finest flagons of ale.
he never heard of ********
or a ******* honey-do list.
Nor did he ever get hit for
child support or alimony.
He kept his castle
and his beloved gun collection
and lived on a diet of fried food
bacon and eggs with sausages and beans
snacking on potato chips.
a diet that caused him to
blow enormous loud farts
which made him a legend
amongst his cronies.
who all thought he was as cool as hell.
He had loads of money in the bank
And not once in his life
did he ever put the toilet seat down.
And he lived
happily ever after
The End
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
Dungeons and dragons
Fairies and flagons
Through thick and thin
With a tear or grin
By brothers and sisters of war
To go on adventures galore
To use the mind to an extravagant degree
Is what I see to be truly free
Whether it be cards or dice, pen and paper,
It matters not when, it matters not where
We are the masters of our destiny
To a certain degree
(As long as it's within the DM's decree)
Here we are, flung into fantasy
It matters not the opinions of the narrow-minded
We do not change no matter what is said
Deck in my left and dice in my right
Behind me an adventure to pass the night
In front of me, a world to explore
As I shout proudly "I AM A NERD FOREVER MORE!"
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
No nettles within the gardens,
No ¹needles within the haystacks.
Who made for them new navels
And showered with salted-wine what would not leave us.
Who thrushed through every grain of every chaff,
Picking out & crushing that which was rotten.
We who made the meadows free!
Who liberated they who were encased in ²amber;
Rain, Lightning, Thunder.
Who slayed the ³Fearsome Hydra.
Slew the ⁴Slithering Gorgon.
They who silenced the speaking weeds
And the whispering flagons.
Companions of the ⁵Dragon.
Who caused the Titans to bleed.
Who stitched the wound,
Who cauterized it,
Who bandaged it.
The first of us to understand,
What was the seed.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
He stops his feelings.
They ******* his beams of light.
"Pretend", he exclaims, "just pretend."
That the children have not gone,
or
that
his
marriage fell apart.
"I will not be a spectre of
fallen expectations." he
moans to the skies.
Groaning tissues mutate
into flagons of bitter brew.
Next
comes
the
message.
"I will not hear it."
He is firm in his plan.
Determined in his goals.
A man is a man if he
provides the guise of strength.
Who has ordained this?
Broken eggshells
scattered about him.
His testament, his truth.
"Am I forgiven?"
he asks in bewilderment.
Forgiven by friends, and family,
for
every transgression
completed.
Backwards are fables
mingled with
lost causes.
Resentments.
Forward is
amphibious,
not negotiable,
set in iron.
"I will stay forever
travelling
in the stars
above my head."
This his proclamation.
Now he can rest in peace.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
I look into the well at depth
and see some branches burning
the thin and small they flare so bright
the sparks do fly to my delight
but quickly pass as day to night
cinders to glow and smoke to flow
ere all their ashes fall
I look into the well and see
the body of a once great tree
that fell to such a dismal depth
it's witnessed by a single star
that's up above so very far
where broken limbs once heaven sought
now watch their children die
I look into the well to peer
at days to pass when embers fade
and vision passes into shade
that grows into the darkest night
yet keeping watch yon single star
which watches which, is it the well
through which the denizens of hell
are yearning?
I look into the well and sigh
dare I to meet them eye to eye
and guess upon a moot to meet
should I not bring something to eat
perhaps some wine to satisfy
the red of course, flagons for all
each lowered by a silken thread
to honor fates which may prevail
so therein rests our tale
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
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Once upon a time, there lived a cocky young noble,
Who'd committed no crime yet hid many a foible.
Wherever he rode he'd arrive in the dandiest style,
Charmingly he strode and imagined the ladies beguiled.
He traveled the land in search of high adventure,
Codpiece in hand he was besotted nigh treasure.
Never were any dragons slain nor demons defeated,
Only empty flagons lay fallen where our hero retreated.
He found love unsought, as fools tend to do,
Spellbound by the thought that she loved him too.
Their storied romance grew as the long seasons passed,
However, soon they both knew their song would not last.
Trouble stormed their keep, drawn steel in the night,
And she was stabbed deep by her beloved in his fright.
The princess did strive though she eventually succame,
Spirited away for her life whilst he cried out her name.
Days became months and months became years, yet no word arrived,
Whilst our young hero drowned sour tears and feared that she'd died.
Dour doldrums spurred our knight to stand a little braver,
And so with long-suffering sighs, he sauntered forth to save her.
Briars and bogs he did cross and the dark forest he did pass,
Battling the dread of her loss our desperate knight espied her at last.
With beleaguered head ringing, he worried she'd been mistreated,
Yet he found her laughing and singing, did she not feel as he did?
Crestfallen he reached out to his love in his woe and his fear,
Firmly she gave him a shove and looked away with a sneer.
She claimed her contentment, and bade him leave without quarrel,
So with shame and resentment, he was gone come the morrow.
He still sorrowfully sings and mournfully pines, our hero apparent,
And thanks you for sparing these wee lines, for one lonely knight-errant.
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 2:44 AM UTC
Harriet slept to colonize time and space
with her chrysanthemums and cardamon irises
tacked to a wall behind a lens in her eye
rapidly moving through a slumber quest
to pillage the invisible with her wisp of might
to glean the terrace of lost chambers of gnostic grog
in flagons of hubris, spuming at the spicet
of a dervish star in a barrel.
Then she makes breakfast.
Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 11:16 PM UTC