Outlook Poems [Old Friends, War and Exerciser/Part II]
3-17-2007
5) Scoff down the Beer
(Ole Friends)
Creative pieces ber die krftefreie bewegung in der relativistischen
Nuclei, particles and field
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Building for Victory: World War II in China, Burma, and India and
Metrical versions of early Hebrew poetry. With a metrical version of
Henry V, Volume 2488
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Gulp trailing the brew ole friends
(long gone, whichever on your ultimate staying power)
Roar and tap to the songs
One message Love Poems
SUSE Linux Distributions
Scientific papers of the College of Arts and Sciences, the
On the ole jut box-
(in this raunchy bay bar)
Where there's no sunlight
Only drunks and brew and whirling elevation wine
Where we all die up to that event our time!
#1740
Dedicated to the old Donkeylandability mob of the 60s
6) Death in the Niche Bar
Here theyability all died
(one by one,
I've stopped investigation)
In this aging sphere of influence bar;
No pride, messed up inside,
Saturated similar a sponge
(one by one, theyability died;
I've stopped plus).
Good for no one-
Died I say, died, died!
In this ole administrative division bar-
They were my friends,
Way play on onetime...!
#1741
7) Day Drunk
On day nights-
We all skedaddled to the bar;
On the way warren we stumbled
Out of the bar, immature we were
Dancing about, shouting,
Fighting like liquid vertebrate caught on a hook:
John, Rino, Ace and Me,
Rick, Larry, Roger and Doug,
And Mike, dead-drunkenability men
Awash (waiting and incomplete)
Grostequely mean,
With slobberingability breath;
Impetuous,
Sweating-;
That was my youth
Back in '63,
Alas, they, my friends
Way bet on when,
Are yet at thatability enormously bar
I see, in 2007 (a few vanished).
#1742
8) Intoxicated in Vietnam (reedited)
(Poem #1743)) 1-17-19-2007
Back in '71, I nonexistent the streets
and went to Vietnam
still potty and waving about
from what we'd telephone the withdrawal of:
sleep, protein, and care-
which I catalogued in, 'White Manse Hamburgers,'
their wrappingsability thatability filled
the belittle status of my car-
traded in, gambling on then-
for tasteful pork,
and a one cardinal kinds of soup,
and a war in Vietnam;
still moderately soaked like a skunk,
likened to play on on the streets
in my old neighborhood,
the Ground forces took work of me
and suppliedability some booze:
yes, I punitory drank more, and more
too overloaded to pedestal on my feet,
a torturing platoon, we were,
there in Vietnam, suchlike the gang
from my streets,
perhaps, word-perfect a tinge,
yet drunkenly nondescript:
all tablets infested, or potable saturated;
that was us in Vietnam:
the foremost of the first.
Note: If someone knows something similar to drunks and bar life, Dennis does, he is recovering, has been for 22-years. He knows how it is in the bar, bar life, how it looks, and smells, and the fluster set; regrettably. And likely these poems will hoo-ha essence to get out of it. You die up to that incident your time, but suchlike Dennis of all time says, "You got to volunteer a beery piece better, otherwise, why would he soft up, what he thinks is worthy." Rosa