Demon Drink Days

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Poem of the week

By smokejack

Mon, 03 Jul 2023
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10 comments
 

We were in another world

An era of immortality

Life was in our hands

We were shaking the trees of knowledge

Till we ran out of quotes

We drank to get drunk

Tripped the light fantastic

Sang our throats dry

We swam at midnight

We danced through dawn

And laid on the lush grass

Half naked staring at the sun

We named all our hangovers

Tornado, Burst Brain, Breeze, Thunder, Morose, Dynamite

No tears were shed

No fights ensued

It was laughter, song, dance, drink and sleep

We drank ourselves to the point

That we forgot all the memories

We promised to keep.

©JMN2023

Certificate U
Poem
Talecatching

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

and more. 

 

Submitted by smokejack on

Indeed Mr Celticman!

Submitted by Turlough on

Naming hangovers is a great idea. I wish I'd thought of it a long time ago. Sometimes one would run into the next so they'd have had to have double barrel names.

Nice poem. I enjoyed it.

Turlough

Submitted by smokejack on

Love the double barrel idea Turlough!! Thanks for reading and comment.

Submitted by Ewan on

  Congratulations this is our poem of the week
well done!

Please share on social media, dear readers.

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by smokejack on

Thnks for the nomination Ewan and glad you liked the poem. Good luck with your 3rd book.

 

Smokejack

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Congratulations Smokejack!

 

Submitted by smokejack on

Cheers for the congrats insert! Hope all is well with you.

Submitted by Nolan on

The worst is Green Mamba - pepperment liqueur. It's a Mugg's game.

Nolan

 

Submitted by smokejack on

Pepperming liquer sounds evil.