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    AGAIN DRUNK

    Poetry on the end of your tongue and the tip of my brain
    I opened the door
    To let the warmth out
    You let yourself in
    Bar stool toads hear the sound of their own peeping
    Nothing else
    Except the call of their mates
    Ironically it’s the barflies they won’t take home to eat
    Feet on the rail
    Elbows on wood
    Hands around the glass
    Head down
    As if you are praying like a Monk
    Stuttering, slurring
    In your temple of meditation now
    Again drunk

    RDS
    THE SECOND

  • #2
    What a picture you paint here TS - very effective - very affecting - leaves me with a sense of futility for those about whom you've woven this fine verse. I like the way you put this together.

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    • #3
      Quite the description of too many I know. But I prefer to read it than to see it. Well described and poetically put, The second!

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      • #4
        Hello The second, Teardrops in my Guinness and poetry on the mind. I have often been the barstool monk and come the sobering morning; the fool. Once again an excellent and keenly observed passage of poetry. Well done. Bottoms up, Tony.

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        • grant hayes
          grant hayes commented
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          Ah, a Guinness-and-poetry man, and Irish too! I'd love to shout you a schooner of the dark brew, Tony, and talk and talk on barstools. Sláinte!

        • Tony Grannell
          Tony Grannell commented
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          I jest you not, grant, when I say, two poets a sat the counter in the merriment of Guinness and the poetry of conversation would be, without doubt, my idea of heaven. So engrossed would we be, that no man would dare make trespass on our pronouncements. That's a great expression, 'shout you a schooner', it's a powerful offer. A hearty sláinte to you too - and one more for the road!

      • #5
        Very effective, Ts. A perfect vignette!

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        • #6
          Thank You MHenry

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          • #7
            This reminds me of the famous morning after statement.................."OOoohh! My aching head,...never again!"


            Nice one, enjoyed the read.

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            • #8
              The second missed this one before.... love this part: As if you are praying like a Monk
              Stuttering, slurring
              In your temple of meditation now

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              • #9
                I hope you have never prayed in that temple Suz-zen!. "The monk bought lunch" "ya he bought a little" Thank You!!!!

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                • Suz-zen
                  Suz-zen commented
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                  The second thankfully i have not. I have however know a few that have, sadly still do.

              • #10
                As if you are praying like a Monk
                Stuttering, slurring
                In your temple of meditation now
                Again drunk
                I love this ending. Unfortunately, I know how it goes from first-hand experience. A great story painted here, The second!

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                • #11
                  Never a sober ending. Thank You!!!!!

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                  • #12
                    Your diescribe this so well.and have constructed an excellent verse I raise a glass to you

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                    • #13
                      P Poet, Salute!!!!!

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