A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

The very chimney offers itself up to scrubbing by (well we don't know exactly. could be prisoners or fairies in overalls) in order to sparkle something tall and of adequate substance. Smoked honeysuckle drops in a commemorative mug for you!
 
The very chimney offers itself up to scrubbing by (well we don't know exactly. could be prisoners or fairies in overalls) in order to sparkle something tall and of adequate substance. Smoked honeysuckle drops in a commemorative mug for you!
smoked honeysuckle drops sound amazing! :rose:
 
sept.'2012
make mine a vodka on the rocks with a slice of lime, please

*pulls up a stool alongside harry*
that as an opportune stool, was it not?

set. 2012
*Harry leans on the bar, taking the smallest of sips, then breathes in through lips as his eyes slide over to where the quality twat sits besides him.
--She's hot, Oldman remarked.
--Shut up, Oldman, ...I'm just here to have a drink, not pick up women
yeah, how'd that work out for you? :D

..
Drinking alone again?
nah, you're here, aren't you? baretender *it's too chilly, put on some keks* :kiss::heart:
 
Sits mumbling into my beer about the nominees for poetry awards are people I've never heard of ..........
 
A dabbler (no poet) wanders in,
Merely a dilettante -
Just a word-twisting stanza dancer
Who found the the door unlocked.

My inspiration waxes and wanes,
Ebbs and flows, comes and goes
With the whims of insomnia :eek:
And the march of the hours.

I've submitted several poems, but I'm more of a poem-appreciator who wanted to say hi, and maybe watch a while. (This is what happens when you guys forget to lock the door.) I've seen some poems here that I admire, and thought it might be nice to say so, instead of being a silent verse-voyeur and creeper in the corners.

I enjoy meter more than rhyme, but I admire those who can manage both. The poets I most consistently enjoy are Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, Kobayashi Issa, and Dr. Seuss, since I'm only human. Any inconsistencies in enjoyment are mine, not theirs.
 
Welcome Enchantment_of_Nyx

Pouring a slug of absinthe into a glass, adding a touch of water and passing it your way. Feel free to visit as your spirits so incline.
 
A dabbler (no poet) wanders in,
Merely a dilettante -
Just a word-twisting stanza dancer
Who found the the door unlocked.

My inspiration waxes and wanes,
Ebbs and flows, comes and goes
With the whims of insomnia :eek:
And the march of the hours.

I've submitted several poems, but I'm more of a poem-appreciator who wanted to say hi, and maybe watch a while. (This is what happens when you guys forget to lock the door.) I've seen some poems here that I admire, and thought it might be nice to say so, instead of being a silent verse-voyeur and creeper in the corners.

I enjoy meter more than rhyme, but I admire those who can manage both. The poets I most consistently enjoy are Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, Kobayashi Issa, and Dr. Seuss, since I'm only human. Any inconsistencies in enjoyment are mine, not theirs.

It ok the cats dragged in many a stray to this place of sordid words, some snuck in trying to steal Harry’s safe and never left because it was full or riches not measured in dollars

Make yourself comfortable

Light a fire
Open a window
Or some other imaginative flight of fancy
and enjoy

We’re a bit slow at the moment
but those moments you see are often worth the quiet
 
I'm back from nowhere

Its been awhile since my last confession
Can't say the break has done me good
Come back to me O Muse of the heights
whisper that magic of divine delights
I yearn for the words that crackle and sparkle
draw breath and set my soul to rights
Be good to me dear Muse, you're my only obsession

Why is it that rhymes come easy for drivel and hard for serious subjects? Or is it just me and the dullness that overcomes me sometimes....

Anyway, may I have a tin of peas please?
 
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