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I Am A Bachelor!

Darling dear!
I am a bachelor-

My eyes
know not the tear buds!

My mind
is a stranger to traumas!

My lips,
you know, scatter only
the laughing stars!

My legs
in intoxication of overflowing joy
dance on unsteady feet!

Therefore, my love,
rush to me
and into me!

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poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Nova' (The Mysterious Star)

Gracious Nova,
queen of all stars.......
she approached the sky
with glittering spirit.......
sky was stunned
by this magical grit.....
her beams are strong
purified and prime..
intoxication
with titilation
which encircled
the sky........

Nova's light is
go beyond the sky....
and
sky was errected
by this vivacious joy......
but,
Nova was vanished

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poem by Punsara Amarasinghe
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What's Courage?

Here's a question thats always on the back of your mind
With an answer nearly impossible to find
What is courage?
People often mistake courage for bravery
Like sumone that looks like a celeberity
Bravery is having little or no fear
Like a dying person knowing the end is near
Courage is overcoming what makes you tremble and shiver
Like knowing you might die and still donating your liver
But courage wouldn't exist without fear
Like intoxication wouldn't exist without beer
So I guess now the REAL question is clear
Not What's Courage but What's Fear?

-Casper

poem by Eliseo Rivera
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To—

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell,
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprise:
But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;
No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;
I am no happy shepherd of the dell
Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes.
Yet must I dote upon thee,—call thee sweet,
Sweeter by far than Hybla's honied roses
When steeped in dew rich to intoxication.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me 'tis meet,
And when the moon her pallid face discloses,
I'll gather some by spells, and incantation.

poem by John Keats
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Toxic Anxieties

Sobered.
By the arrival,
Of the meaning of life.
And snipped away...
From the opportunities,
To maintain a grip onto status.
Awaken to see things as they are!

To walk and feel a freedom among the trees.
This life,
And the clarity that a brightness brings...
Bestows an abundance of joy.
Once the trappings of limitation...
Are dropped from the intoxication,
To acquire that which never satisfies...
One who has experienced buyer's remorse.

Attractions to pleasure...
Unmeasured temptations,
To gratify one's soul...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Come that my soul has no repose

Come that my soul has no repose
Has no strength to bear the injustice of waiting

Heaven is given in return for the life of this world
But that high is not in proportion to this intoxication

Such longing has come from your company
That there is no control over my tears

Suspecting torment, you are indifferent to me
So no love resides in these clouds of dust

From my heart has lifted the meaning of pleasure
Without blossoms, there is no spring in life

You have pledged to kill me at last
But there is no determination in your promise

You have sworn by the wine, Ghalib
There is no faith in your avowal

poem by Mirza Ghalib
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Sonnet II. To

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprize:
But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;
No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;
I am no happy shepherd of the dell
Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes.
Yet must I doat upon thee,--call thee sweet,
Sweeter by far than Hybla's honied roses
When steep'd in dew rich to intoxication.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me 'tis meet,
And when the moon her pallid face discloses,
I'll gather some by spells, and incantation.

poem by John Keats
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Tavern

Fragrance flows from your tresses,
It goes far and wide and caresses
Me and captures me with your charm
I see tavern in your eyes and feel warm,

Intoxication of your beauty takes
All my consciousness away and stakes
My life without feeling strife
In the game of making love and life…

My heart leaps and love seeps
And my heart's bobbing light peeps
When I find you close as aroma to a rose
And we stand as unravel threads as close

To each other and cuddle being thirsty
Without showing upon both any pity
And your body trembles when I run
Through my fingers and burns like sun…

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poem by Narendra Rai
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Drink From This Cup, Thirst Not In Afterlife

Will you drink freely my friend,
of the spirits, wine, or the ale?
Until you fall upon measured,
large drink stomach bloated.
Senseless in drunkard’s bowl,
like the dead beached whale.

Will you be in cups late into the night?
Thirsty traveller lingers at such a sight.
How soon, you thirst again, your ever bitter dry,
for aching head, it is hard, to gaze up into the sky.
There is a cup, of pure water, a cup of pure life,
all who drink from this cup, will thirst not, in afterlife.

Thus we chose
waters of intoxication.
In this world or
waters of life in the next.
One kills body soul
one prepares for resurrection.

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Sleeping Beauty

There was intoxication in the air;
The wind, keen blowing from across the seas,
O'er leagues of new-ploughed land and heathery leas,
Smelt of wild gorse whose gold flamed everywhere.
And undertone of song pulsed far and near,
The soaring larks filled heaven with ecstasies,
And, like a living clock among the trees,
The shouting cuckoo struck the time of year.

For now the Sun had found the earth once more,
And woke the Sleeping Beauty with a kiss;
Who thrilled with light of love in every pore,
Opened her flower-blue eyes, and looked in his.
Then all things felt life fluttering at their core--
The world shook mystical in lambent bliss.

poem by Mathilde Blind
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