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Cider drinker |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The man entered the crowded No resistance he met Or Fires set in his hair The bar was hot and rancid His breath was at the edge his neck required the bottle to heal his heavy head the golden nectar tamed him and the fumes made him red pouring down his neck to soothe him to his bed The apples bit his toungue "Im better now" he said I am a cider drinker of this i am not proud but the alcohol soon enough drowns out the crowd Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The bar was hot and rancid His breath was at the edge his neck required the bottle to heal his heavy head the golden nectar tamed him and the fumes made him red pouring down his neck to soothe him to his bed The apples bit his toungue "Im better now" he said ----------------- many people feel this way...tamed by the nectar. this was well written... great rhyme flow and imagery of the bar. Cider? is that the name for beer over there where you are? I love all the different lingos and knicknames that "you guys" use. much more colorful than ours *smile* take care, kind poet, jm |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes I'm familiar with this bar, I sat in one as a kid most every day, as my dad worked his elbow. Great imagery. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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