Poetry competition CLOSED 16th May 2023 11:36am
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
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Wine
The Majority Rules the Minority's Rights
or
Still Trying to Get Babies on Board with a Rational Ethics
"I detesht having to shtep outshide for a shigarette."
-- a drunk pate to a drunk date on driving home from TGIF
* * *
In suit and tie, I went to court to claim a cig is taxed
much more than liquor served at family restaurants and bars,
the policies on alcohol yet somewhat too relaxed --
booze killing countless babies plus poor judgment tanked in cars.
* * *
A Dedication of Respect
for
the Ceaseless Pain of Alcohol-Related Deaths Untold due to
Cancer, Heart Failure, Liver Damage, Alcohol Poisoning, and Violence
(Aside from Car Accidents and Vehicular Homicides)
Friday -- Still Legions of "Light" Drinkers Having
"Just One More"
Still Trying to Get Babies on Board with a Rational Ethics
"I detesht having to shtep outshide for a shigarette."
-- a drunk pate to a drunk date on driving home from TGIF
* * *
In suit and tie, I went to court to claim a cig is taxed
much more than liquor served at family restaurants and bars,
the policies on alcohol yet somewhat too relaxed --
booze killing countless babies plus poor judgment tanked in cars.
* * *
A Dedication of Respect
for
the Ceaseless Pain of Alcohol-Related Deaths Untold due to
Cancer, Heart Failure, Liver Damage, Alcohol Poisoning, and Violence
(Aside from Car Accidents and Vehicular Homicides)
Friday -- Still Legions of "Light" Drinkers Having
"Just One More"
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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Wine and whine
It all started at a fine Napa Valley Vineyard
A fancy Dégustation de vin rouge
Superb
Then she started going for a bottle at dinner time
Went down superbly well with the Boeuf Bourgignon
The she upped it, oh dear, to only two bottles per day
Also, later upped again to three bottles by the time she went to bed
The losses staryed to pile on
The loss of appetite
The loss of friends
The loss of work
Increased whining while wining
Then saved, in a manner,
Picked up by an ambulance
As she was dead drunk on a bus stop bench.
A fancy Dégustation de vin rouge
Superb
Then she started going for a bottle at dinner time
Went down superbly well with the Boeuf Bourgignon
The she upped it, oh dear, to only two bottles per day
Also, later upped again to three bottles by the time she went to bed
The losses staryed to pile on
The loss of appetite
The loss of friends
The loss of work
Increased whining while wining
Then saved, in a manner,
Picked up by an ambulance
As she was dead drunk on a bus stop bench.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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Aubade
A wineglass caught a lunar ray
As efficiently as could be
Blazing its own luminous way
Toward a bleak eternity.
It stopped awhile in the wine
To ponder itself in the dark
And contemplate all the things divine
Seen by its far flung halo spark.
It checked itself at wanton man
And thought how here its path was blocked
Or stymied by some other plan
Wherein its mission was lightly mocked,
And not by nature given a grace
As much as it had in outer space...
So by refraction it got away
To mix once more with the break of day!
As efficiently as could be
Blazing its own luminous way
Toward a bleak eternity.
It stopped awhile in the wine
To ponder itself in the dark
And contemplate all the things divine
Seen by its far flung halo spark.
It checked itself at wanton man
And thought how here its path was blocked
Or stymied by some other plan
Wherein its mission was lightly mocked,
And not by nature given a grace
As much as it had in outer space...
So by refraction it got away
To mix once more with the break of day!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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The Wine of Love
- The Wine of Love -
What is the most sublime and fair, of all the varied nectar of the gods?
Some claim it be the ambrosia sweet that only celestial lips hath tasted.
Oh so false the claims of such glory as this, for I hath tasted far greater,
In glory and in sweetness, in immortality to last in my heart eternally!
There is a wine far better to the taste, and which leaves me in wonder.
Shall I speak fair of what I mean, and praise the lips of a certain lady?
Which on meeting mine were sweeter than any honey mead not wasted.
There art experiences of beauty and love which make the heart aflutter,
In bliss and in enchantment, in pleasing moments that endure infinitely!
There is no wine far better, to the taste, either of the heavens or under.
I hath sat at divine tables, with fellowship of those undying and grand,
And savored there the delicacies that no mortal could fathom in dream.
Cauldrons of plenty, cornucopias of everlasting splendor, all mundane,
Compared to a single kiss, savored well and remembered for all time...
The gods may keep their culinary delights, my taste is for other flavors.
So many things people crave; drinks, beverages and fruits of the land,
In every variety that could make one's mind come nigh unto a scream!
And some crave pleasure itself, just as others find their delight in pain,
Whilst the poetically inclined seek to enhance pleasure with a rhyme...
To woo the hearts of maidens fair, and gain of a lady's coveted favors.
Such seduction of the senses, as I hath employed to win love's smiles,
That my lips might taste the wine for which my craving is insatiable...
To stain my lips red as blood with my addiction to a moment of bliss!
Love is a drug, it is a drink, it is a kiss and an embrace of hot warmth,
All who live, are in need of such diversion from reality's discomforts.
In my pursuit of such, I hath surrendered happily to a maiden's wiles,
A certain maid of such charm that I can only call her incomparable...
For in such forms, the purest angels walk, and sometimes a goddess.
Love is immeasurable, it is perfect, it is beyond even all time's length,
It is for me the only thing that counters the awfulness of life's tumults.
Why seek a forgetfulness in the oblivious liquid poured from a bottle,
When I can instead find a paradise to remember in a perfect moment?
I pick my poison, and it illuminates my senses with a thousand joys...
Until the moment transcends reality, bringing me unto a true heaven!
Into each life, I take with me the memories of such everlasting things.
There is no other wine for me, save the wine of love without trouble,
Which makes my very spirit to soar on wings beyond the firmament.
I pick my pleasure, and it enhances my delight as it opens my eyes...
To countless possibilities, a reminder, of all for which I hath striven!
In the flesh and beyond, it is a wonder for which one's very soul sings.
What is the most sublime and fair, of all the varied nectar of the gods?
Some claim it be the ambrosia sweet that only celestial lips hath tasted.
Oh so false the claims of such glory as this, for I hath tasted far greater,
In glory and in sweetness, in immortality to last in my heart eternally!
There is a wine far better to the taste, and which leaves me in wonder.
Shall I speak fair of what I mean, and praise the lips of a certain lady?
Which on meeting mine were sweeter than any honey mead not wasted.
There art experiences of beauty and love which make the heart aflutter,
In bliss and in enchantment, in pleasing moments that endure infinitely!
There is no wine far better, to the taste, either of the heavens or under.
I hath sat at divine tables, with fellowship of those undying and grand,
And savored there the delicacies that no mortal could fathom in dream.
Cauldrons of plenty, cornucopias of everlasting splendor, all mundane,
Compared to a single kiss, savored well and remembered for all time...
The gods may keep their culinary delights, my taste is for other flavors.
So many things people crave; drinks, beverages and fruits of the land,
In every variety that could make one's mind come nigh unto a scream!
And some crave pleasure itself, just as others find their delight in pain,
Whilst the poetically inclined seek to enhance pleasure with a rhyme...
To woo the hearts of maidens fair, and gain of a lady's coveted favors.
Such seduction of the senses, as I hath employed to win love's smiles,
That my lips might taste the wine for which my craving is insatiable...
To stain my lips red as blood with my addiction to a moment of bliss!
Love is a drug, it is a drink, it is a kiss and an embrace of hot warmth,
All who live, are in need of such diversion from reality's discomforts.
In my pursuit of such, I hath surrendered happily to a maiden's wiles,
A certain maid of such charm that I can only call her incomparable...
For in such forms, the purest angels walk, and sometimes a goddess.
Love is immeasurable, it is perfect, it is beyond even all time's length,
It is for me the only thing that counters the awfulness of life's tumults.
Why seek a forgetfulness in the oblivious liquid poured from a bottle,
When I can instead find a paradise to remember in a perfect moment?
I pick my poison, and it illuminates my senses with a thousand joys...
Until the moment transcends reality, bringing me unto a true heaven!
Into each life, I take with me the memories of such everlasting things.
There is no other wine for me, save the wine of love without trouble,
Which makes my very spirit to soar on wings beyond the firmament.
I pick my pleasure, and it enhances my delight as it opens my eyes...
To countless possibilities, a reminder, of all for which I hath striven!
In the flesh and beyond, it is a wonder for which one's very soul sings.
Written by Kou_Indigo
(Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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Tolosa
(or the Finer Things in Life)
My wife and I took a drive up the California coast
To wine country
Up to SLO
To where the rolling hills are green and full
After the rains
To cooler weather and open Pacific skies
Where vineyards seem to go on forever
It was there where we met Johnny
An older gentleman
With a jacket and hat
As he spoke about the Chardonnays and Pinot Noirs
And how the soil and climate are perfect here
He spoke about how some of the wind that comes in from the ocean
Ripens the delicate grapes
The intertwining of cold air and warm soil
And the vineyards…
They look like a painted landscapes
With every tiny serving
Our noses are treated to a scintillating aroma
Our tastebuds indulge in some untold story
Our senses are elevated
Making us imagine
This must be how art tastes like
I’m no wine connoisseur
But Johnny describes the grapes
And the fermentation process like it’s poetry
Like it’s his passion
The finer things in life
If you ever find yourself in the California coast
In San Luis Obispo
Check out old Johnny
He’ll make you smile
He’ll retire soon before he turns 80
And you’ll be in for a treat
My wife and I took a drive up the California coast
To wine country
Up to SLO
To where the rolling hills are green and full
After the rains
To cooler weather and open Pacific skies
Where vineyards seem to go on forever
It was there where we met Johnny
An older gentleman
With a jacket and hat
As he spoke about the Chardonnays and Pinot Noirs
And how the soil and climate are perfect here
He spoke about how some of the wind that comes in from the ocean
Ripens the delicate grapes
The intertwining of cold air and warm soil
And the vineyards…
They look like a painted landscapes
With every tiny serving
Our noses are treated to a scintillating aroma
Our tastebuds indulge in some untold story
Our senses are elevated
Making us imagine
This must be how art tastes like
I’m no wine connoisseur
But Johnny describes the grapes
And the fermentation process like it’s poetry
Like it’s his passion
The finer things in life
If you ever find yourself in the California coast
In San Luis Obispo
Check out old Johnny
He’ll make you smile
He’ll retire soon before he turns 80
And you’ll be in for a treat
Written by wallyroo92
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