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Cheers, and a happy come together.
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Pour 'favor or five,
sit in the shade of old maples,
look far across mown lawns,
hazy in the grip of afternoon sun,
sucking moisture from lush green and see
tomorrows supper tease naked flashes when
licked by the east winds well satisfied sighs,
tonight there will be heat lightning and the sound
of fireworks in the distance.
frogs will croon love songs,
cough ill caught bugs.
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..A gem Harry, a Gem
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Thanks,I get lucky sometimes
..I'll raise a glass to that one!
..A gem Harry, a Gem
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I miss you.
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Pour the whiskey shot by shot.
drink to friends here or not,
those that kept us square and straight,
those that taught us not to hate,
those that always had our backs.
..I miss the me that could cast out lines
right the swirling thoughts in my head
left the write polarities as they sing discordant notes
a jumbled un-rhyming rap from a bag I tote
a few pills some tequila a cigar to smoke
find a cadence that’s worth
a shot in the night
internal rhymes and slanted lines
that have depth, maybe a little swagger
some notes on wet nights and drunken dreams
fractured childhood and maybe a time for old friends
But all my fingers hold is silence and empty thoughts
threads that won’t knit into anything more than snags
a few sausage fingered attempts on the keys
of a non existent piano
as if I’m writing for myself
turning out my mind the way you wring out a cloth
twisted till it’s damp and uninterested in wiping up
the mess I left when I spilt ink on a screen
trying to white out the monitor
as if that’ll help more than the delete
and I deleted this three times before I hit post
but a rambled mess is all I’ve left these days
mind overflowing with the everyday and
no brakes
just breaks in the punctuated grind
But I’ll still sink a shot and leave a note for you
put it on my tab because I always come back to pay my debts
..This place is dead! I need a drink.....................or four.(I miss Annie too, she kept the whole joint jumping.)
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(Pours two glasses of red wine) Cheers! Quick question GP, how many lines do you think a soliloquy poem should be? And yes, a lot of poems might fit in this strange genre. (Opens a second bottle)
..Thanks for the wine, Harry.
I suppose the length of the soliloquy depends on what's going on in the life and times of the soliloquy-er. Do I sense a challenge brewing?
..The Drunkin' Poet stumbles into the bar.
Looks us o'er both near and far.
She finds the sole somber and stumbles near.
Says, "Hush little baby, shed no tear."
"Soon enough all ye problems be moot."
"So drink an' laugh before ye last toot."
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Port in the cabinet for xmas day,
Cheers
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Don't forget the egg nog.