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spinning (3X senryu)


this was not high
quality champagne that doesn’t
leave a hangover

which makes a woman seem
still more beautiful than
before she drank it

no, this cheap stuff launched
ten thousand ships and leaves
a head like wheel-weight lead
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#2
noice....


heres a bit of crap

Some odd years I have known:
Like bottles broken by a reckless drunken sailor
And jettisoned, were some of those draughts drunk…
Those blends of finite input, some rough and unfinished and
Reeking of pine boxes
Not mellowed oaks…

Older now I walk the beaches of Memory
Gleaning the waterworked and sandworn shards
Made opaque and interesting
By time and movement away from the
Place of brokenness and origin.

Running with the tides
Comes the evidence of shattered memories…
Pray they be
Smoothed by the passages of time…
My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes

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(11-25-2017, 05:51 PM)Mopkins Wrote:  noice....


heres a bit of crap

Some odd years I have known:
Like bottles broken by a reckless drunken sailor
And jettisoned, were some of those draughts drunk…
Those blends of finite input, some rough and unfinished and
Reeking of pine boxes
Not mellowed oaks…

Older now I walk the beaches of Memory
Gleaning the waterworked and sandworn shards
Made opaque and interesting
By time and movement away from the
Place of brokenness and origin.

Running with the tides
Comes the evidence of shattered memories…
Pray they be
Smoothed by the passages of time…

Certainly one of the most polished responses I've seen to a throw-away poem (fun fact:  champagne bottles don't work for Molotov cocktails--- the darned things don't break).  Is the second line of the post its title Big Grin  ?
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#4
nah but it'd be apprropriate LOL me old man has his headphone wired on like a champagne cork in an effort to prevent my pestilent voice creeping in his ears and breeding in his brain
My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes

mehopkins1971.wordpress.com
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