"inebriating" poems
*Minds infested with lies
There is no reason to start a conversation
Every word a figment of sinister plan
Heady cocktail inebriating the sane mind
Muddled heart and mind in a state of stupor
Reasons not enough to not believe the unreasonable*
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
I cut one swiftly,
the acidic elixir dripping through my fingers
unto my inebriating, rustic drink.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Your beauty is so malty,
It drives my love crazy,
Lest I commit a divine sin.
The night is intoxicating,
Cool is this ambience,
The whole world is drunk,
Oh the inebriating air,
It drives me mad for you.
Your beauty is so great,
It makes me go barmy,
I want to commit a divine sin.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Power pulsating between my legs
Irrational intrigue between my ears
Alacrity asunder between my ribs
-Heretical human blender-
Serving up cleverly crafted cocktails
I am
Spouting sureness from between my lips
I am
Stirring in sweet sultriness
Soliciting sour sabotage
Submerging you in salty squeamishness
-Colloquial courtesan, curtly castrating consumers-
Inebriating you equally with inevitable irrationality
Welcome to my "Reader’s Digest"
Prepared especially for you with my psychologically indigestible
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC
There in the air, it hung, muted yet palpable,
like the inebriating scent of new rain on earth
with this signal morning alluded something,
as if challenging anyone there to swiftly respond.
Gazing at the far away mountains, waking up,
pulling away slowly the blanket of darkness
a purple sun above making a symphony of colors
she is caught in the waves of the mood, it's cadence
captures the spirit in a poem; it blooms on it's own.
Zestfully she reads it in her resounding voice,as if
to the chickens clucking around in the cluttered barn
there wasn't any audience other than the birds and the cattle;
a sudden change the chickens,strange, till the moment before
they were looking for a worm or two in the black earth.
As if forgotten all other things the chicken stood
their head held high, beaks open as if to peck
in an attentive posture, they stood listening to her,
the moment they got the tune right,started reciting it.
The cows in the shed turned to the direction of her voice,
as if it's a song, and it's for them she was singing .
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
It springs voluntarily,
...it's like a small voice
An invisible separator, and
An unseen magnet...
Amidst overwhelming crowds in your life
You step back.....you analyze.....
Pleasantries...short or long, are flowery
Nonstop gratitude is inebriating
What could be better,
...than, all at once,
From out of the blue
...a rainbow will appear
A kind of force is born
...for both giver and receiver
An energy that draws eyes, attention
...it's like waking up from a long sleep,
Pulls like a magnet...an irresistible force,
That invites, with open arms
...it's like hearing a voice, saying:
"You belong here, with me, baby,
........stay!
Sally
Copyright October 22, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
Considering belief, dispositions dutifully mixed
Two fingers of skepticism, with ample deviation
Followed by a pony of existentialism riding in
Mad man's drink is bitter but,
At this point all he can accept
Chin deep in the highball glass
Sinking amongst the buoyant
Gulping down helplessness
Yearning for the forgotten island
Where belief was once believed
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
Your lips whispered a curse
and brushed against mine.
Soft, like sparrows' wings,
inebriating as wine.
I know I am lost now,
wandering so many city streets
wondering if you'd find me here
and take me off bare feet.
I am calloused, I've become raw.
How can you, so far away
remember me at all?
The street lights are turning on now
it will soon be dark.
Tell me how
to live without a heart.
Nov 19, 2023
Nov 19, 2023 at 12:12 AM UTC
his voice beguiles me, weakening me
in whispered warmth of breath, fingers
trace trembled want of hungry lips
tasting me...
Closing my eyes; I arch into need of
his touch, his voice of seduction breathes
against skin, teasing me
licking my tremors...
I moan in ache, my ripple upon his tongue,
my essence rises lingering within his mouth;
roughly kissing me and I kneel before him,
taking him in slowly suckling; tasting him tip
to pearls licking his veined pendulum swirling
in warmth, vigorously in out
loving his shudder...
he whispers as his fingers tenderly tweak ******
softly, inebriating my senses; aroused horniness,
entering my paradise, firmness weaves flesh in
breathless swells, igniting our twine; like tongue
licking heat of mouth
pulsing in wetness...
searing between open thighs, I ache for his plunge
engraving me, knotted within his arch; deluged in
fluidities flush as lips brush, tongue trails taut nips,
I blush beneath his fiery breath, still teasing
rocked to my foundation...
unraveling me in utter passion, our bodies aching;
assuaging yearn, calming quivers in wet want;
shuddering each abraded ****** loving its aftertaste
in trembled release enlivening; our lust still entwined
within wet ecstasy...
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
lips upon swell of breast,
caresses like a dance in
bated breath; a cry of
hunger unclothed to
nakedness; mouth travels
south, seeking to quench
libidinous drought; tongue
glides, nibbling kisses;
silently I sigh, each taste
he gets thicker as I become
wickedly *****
scents of honeysuckle
permeates the air as
tongue teases hardened
strobe; I glow within his
nature and he whispers in
elated breaths; I arch against
masculinity in sultry
poses, smiling in blushed
tints, fore, he knows me
and tells of his wants
to satiate my needs like
a rose opens its petals to
a bee's need; to suckle its
sepal of sweet nectar's
honey, sipped in little nips
inebriating his wanton
longing, he breaches
my honeycomb in gentle
easements...flushed
he whispers against nape
of neck as hands control
movement of hip, tongue
glides against silken thigh;
in foolery baiting to entrap
me within his desirous
taunts of beggary...I sigh
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
*He found a boundless sea inside a diamond,
she keeps close to her soul, love pulsates in that ruby precious.
She wears an all -knowing smile, so ravishing,
when he gazes in to it, through her clear blue eyes.
He has seen memories that quietly rest in her hive,
come searching for him, honeybees seeking the drops,
sweetness of the past inebriating at any time later.
We are wishes perennial of the people of yore,
who never ceased to love us
even after leaving the earth, for realms higher
echoes we are, from labyrinths of time
relayed from the timeless realm,
that appears after counting every universe existing there.*
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
**An alien fruit
on a low hanging branch,
she swings invitingly
flaunting her color,
that pulled me near
what an adornment
you would be to my
meager fruit basket,
inebriating scent emanating
overpowers my senses.
Your design, I certainly smell
I hear the whisper,
the disclaimer to entice me
to your side, "I don't like him,
the keeper of my orchard,
he pretends he owns it
but does he know the truth?
it's different, fruits aren't
his passion, just a hoarder
he doesn't enjoy the ripe fruits,
and I am a **** fruit,
I see yearnings play hide and seek
in your eyes, aren't you the kind of guy,
I've been waiting to come this way,
take me, soon I'll forget him,
throw away your qualms
like fruit peels to the dumps"
I can't now discern,
what I now think,
no, I am no purist
who detests tartness,
I like the taste of vinegar,
this fruit offers so much,
this is a taste I relish,
but I am not game for this,
like to chase and hunt,
fruits from higher branches,
"wouldn't touch a carcass,
even if it promises much"**
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
A clothes hanger
clutches a line
of paper lanterns
lighting my next step
on streets my shoes stick to
from wheat beer
I hear the ‘Pit' coursing through cracks
& inebriating aged clay bricks
‘Pat”
of rain on rooftops
& falsely take it
for Charlie Parker's
'Hot House'
but it’s 2am near Tulane
& they’ve graduated to
tracks from Tremé;
Brass jazz & barflies;
Mad Hatters & Mademoiselles
dancing barefoot
in the French Quarters
under red fluorescent lights
under cloud-covered stars;
She gets them drunk off dance & song;
Guaranteed to make locals
late to last call;
shows them back-country gems,
the beautiful ruins known only
by bayou gals
& city folk
outside, in search of sirens
where the ceiling's missing,
dancing 'till their bodies taste like rain
They 'crash'
&
'splash'
.....breaking through worn wooden floors
& cracks in plaster walls
lead by the ‘Pit’ back to the street,
&
‘Pat’
as other strange drops join the dance,
descending from skies to rooftops;
Finding lower highs
in search of Bourbon Street
lost & looking
& near Tulane at 2am
my blue suede shoes are dying of thirst,
stuck upon each step;
lacking direction
& looking for jazz
waiting to drown
in the 'Pit'
& 'Pat'
& splash
of this daily rain dance;
Lose myself in this listening
as dreamers do
on the streets near Tulane
At 2am;
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
SOFT, TENDER AND SENSUAL IS A WOMAN’S TOUCH TO ALL OF US.
COMFORTING AND SECURE TO A CHILD, LOVING AND REASSURING TO A FRIEND THUS
WE ALL CRAVE THAT WOMAN’S TOUCH NO MATTER WHO SHE IS TO US, A MOTHER, A FRIEND OR LOVER.
TO HER MAN HER TOUCH IS ****** AND EXCITING, ADDICTIVE AND INEBRIATING.
THE GREEK CALL TOUCH" HEPTOMAI" DEFINED AS TRANSMISSION OF ENERGY.
AND TO ANOTHER WOMAN A WOMAN’S TOUCH IS ALL OF THE ABOVE COMBINED AND MORE…
IT LIGHTS UP AN INNER FIRE, A PASSIONATE DESIRE, UNENDING ECSTASY AND PLEASURE TO THE CORE.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Almost like it was etched into my soul
My mind refuses to forget.
***I see you.
I see your smile.
And ****
It consumes me again.***
Dripping with that sickeningly sweet nectar
Reviving that lingering taste of honey on my tongue
Sparking that chaos that breeds like wildfire
For that foolish love that I once clung
Intoxicated by that familiar scent
Inebriating my mind of incoherent thought
Indulging in this irresistible poison
All sense of caution came to nought
***That smile.
That ******* smile is what does me in***
Blooming like honeysuckles on a vine
Vibrant in colour, alluring to the eyes
these blossoms aren't all new, just dormant for a time
lying in wait for the worst timing to arise
Entwining itself into the crevices of my heart
Spreading across my body it twirls and intertwines
Desperately trying to pull away as I might
But its futile against the ever tightening vines
You smile at me
Halting my breath but for a moment
As if encapsulating us in time
It feels almost as if the world is composed
completely of just you and I
I'm unable to resist
-
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
Leeching light, vampire-like, her eyes burn,
Stolen attention lingers, cloyingly sweet,
Pearly laughs cling, bedeviling,
Shaking hips, like a disapproving finger,
Rising tides hold secrets close, unveiling,
A smirking smile, sweet as the taste of death,
Oh, angel lips, fallen to hell's debauchery,
Legs like an ignored muse, passion banked,
Hair's flick-kiss, black-heart dark,
Spicy scent, alcohol-like, inebriating,
Breathing deep the essence of the bonfire rose,
Ghost dance footprints fade and fulfill,
Everest's peak, an unscalable life-long goal,
Her free, stained-glass heart, my hopeless hope.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
The leaking beauty such as rebirthed life
And of the muddy earth slowly reclaimed
Persephone’s return, a dance of strife
Returning vividness, again, unmaimed
Escaping the monochromatic cell
By return of green, such luscious pigment
By Flora’s grace and by the Shepherd's bell
Revive events long free of merriment
The songbirds relearn their forgotten tunes
The bees prepare to collect flowered boons
Hibernation ending, returns routine
With warmth radiating, freely flowing
Crawling from thy shallow cave, sunlight seen
Flecked through dewdrops caught in Spider’s sewing
A land of new dawns, forgiving thieves
The fruit yet unblossomed, life is still ripe
The tree naked, still missing its leaves
Coverings absent before the first gripe
The animals hunger to end their fast
Humans hunger to remember the past
Come, serenity destroying pigment
Rend the ebony earth delicately
Spread your lovely, inebriating scent
And thus, set every fashion of life free
Free from that immaculate white prison
Free to frolic in fresh fields, unrestrained
The sun, in more wakefulness, risen
To maintain, nature’s mischievous work reined
In preparation for the coming time
The time of heat, growth, and color sublime
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
This bottle bleeds like heartbeats
inebriating grass
contesting dew drops
heartstopping plot lines
meanwhile fireflight christens
the night that listens
to our intoxicated forgetfulness
a cheap libation
liberation
young-morning dream sleep
waking walking, weaving
half-heard whispers of stubborn solemnity, we
wrought havoc;
we were not in love
it was just the cold night air
and the field that smelled of chardonnay
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
an armadillo
falling in love
with an ant;
evidently
a tragedy
in the making.
A nightingale
getting enamored
by a crow;
certainly is
a comedy
in perfect proportions.
an elephant
trampling
the tropical jungles,
falling head over heels
for a blue whale,
even if for a while
is an adventure perilous
he and she
falling in love
without rhyme or reason
propelled by a heavy dose of passion
is love at first sight, the height
it is thought, of a romantic liaison!
but tragedy and comedy
with all probabilities of
incompatibility lurk in human minds
till it strikes with out any signal of warning,
if the two, supposedly madly in love
are not certain, of the reasons, of the love that struck them,
and swept off the feet, in the inebriating love season
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
Tonight, like every night,
and every day,
she is there
on my mind
all the time.
Her smile and her eyes
looking at me, and I
am the luckiest man
and I know that its true,
because my dreams of you
are inebriating, lucid, stirring,
perfection.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 10:09 PM UTC
There were
Valentine Days
when these
lovers
would clink
crystal
glasses
to toast
inebriating
love
now
she can't
live with him for
one more day
no longer
can she
suffer the
progression
of his
disease
the *****
just dropped
him through
yet another
trap door
in a long
succession
of trap doors
descending
rapidly in a
desperate
plunge to
a hard
bottom
one morning
she awoke
refusing to be
held hostage
by his raging
disease
not one
single day
more
the
excruciating
insanity, the
lurking
danger, the
lingering
threat the
parade of
pain needed
to end
she was sick
and tired
of being
sick and
tired
she wisely
kicked
his *** out
and returned
his engagement ring
he went back
to Service Merchandise
on Valentines Day
to get a refund
his plan was to
hock it for *****
the merchant
only offered to credit
his expired charge card
he would have to wait
to see the charge reversed
on a future months statement
no dough for *****
that day as the
automatic doors
swung open
he realized he
should have
pawned
the ring
we like to remember the days of wine of roses
we forget about the lousy days of shots and beers
the world of spirits bedevils us
do you still believe in love?
vaya con dios mi amigo
Frank Sinatra
The Days of Wine and Roses
Oakland
11/7/09
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Colored clouds furnished the sky
Pink, yellow, orange and white
Imparting mystic images
Stimulating the view
The messages my heart decoded
To be from fire eroded
The gods and goddesses of yore
Rejuvenating my calor
The caress of passing breeze
Seemed no longer mundane
Flock of birds wafting above
Deity formation in disguise
The rays of Sun a rapid river
Flowing into ocean of air
In high plains i heard a whisper
Soothing my wounded crown,
Inebriating my spirit
Such calmness i had never felt
Such state far beyond pain
As the moments began to last
Intensifying my soul's goal
Time admonished the Earth to roll
And diminish the light fast
Where day endured becoming past.
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
Enticing transparency of glass, crafted
sand shaping figure, wide cavity craving
to be filled allowing, oxidation melding
to capture oxygen emanate aromas,
inebriating flavours held by opaque
long stems impeding my consideration, I want
I do not, an automated old recurring gesture
creeping slowly from within, whispering
no harm will come from flowing, burgundy
liquid gold in the abyssal hole where stormy
tides hide ghostly presence, of memories
left behind. Fooling mind in thinking I
am only slightly, braking the rule being
responsible by starting, lightly. It is only
eleven after all and with a drop it’s twelve
before I know. A more appropriate time
to indulge, caressing bottles faithful
lovers pouring to please me, while
viciously they hurt me slithering inside.
I select the self-inflicted idea, that I can deal
I do not, have a problem if I cut, down
that’s just because I want to, not because
I have to. And I am more fun, I can relate
Or at least pretend I do without, feeling
like a fish out of water I can laugh disregarding,
the harm that has been done, to me
of which I am weary. Believe me it is scary.
And as my lips turn purple despite a soothing
taste I don’t like, myself in this state I rather,
run to my refuge where I do. Love humanity
yet know so well, no one will ever care, more
for me than myself. Miss that little girl,
always smiling counting stories, now
shading behind glasses to keep every other
being at a distance. Unable to flout
the Universe’s tendency unlike humans,
to prefer me when I am sober. They don’t
know, how could they, believing they are
worried when they claim I need it, a social
life yet they ignore, how overly populated
is my soul, encompassing them all.
Last drops and I linger regretting
lost hours drowned in wine.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
You are to be found far and wide within
Me and out, flowing through veins, inundating
Entirety. Ancient drops of you concealed
In stars released through showering debris,
Rendering existence possible, your absence
Intolerable, instincts in eternal search of you.
Intimacy in little opaque cabins made of glass,
Ceramic tubs, algae basins, riverbeds, by shores
Where feet don’t touch, blanketing granular materials,
Silicon dioxide in the form of insoluble quartz, calcium
Carbonate from shells and skeletons of organisms,
Corals and molluscs losing you forever, stranded in deserts.
I allow you all for you know how, to gently
Lick and lap thirsty skins, totality of my body
Hankering after vital substance as you take control
Of me, manipulating vibrations with mastery, unaware
Of your nature, crucial lymph, my only lover,
Forcefully penetrating cavities and pores.
I shut my eyes to your caress, yearning
For profundity, melting desiring fusion as
I unseal my lips to drink of you, inebriating
The perfect system longing to redefine
Itself through absorption, recognising
Its consistency, you within and out.
Your power soothes my consciousness, heals
My ills, paces my movement as your sound
Orchestrates, my heartbeat and breath to
The rhythm of universal quantum. You are old.
Billions of years constantly mutate your state
From ice to vapours, though I crave for you most
In liquid form.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 1:56 AM UTC
I am drunk on the poetry of a new found love,
it's a flow not a bond and it's well dreamt of.
Whilst the waters are sweet and crisp and clear,
a little further on a fork slides near.
The inebriating liquor pours under my skin,
so despite the cascade my face creeps to a grin.
Awash in the eddies of this close-found dream,
I giddy at the thought of rejoining downstream.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC