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Libation

Updated on July 10, 2011

So smooth and hard and cool

You are no less than a miracle

And make me feel good, too

On you, I read your history

Experience and pedigree

Place of birth - I am impressed

By your sophistication

Aristocratic symbol of absolution

Means and cause of celebration

Those who profess to be intellectual

Creators of science and art consume

Consume, and only want more of you

Icon of The Power

Thief of hours

For when by our taste for you

We are fully seduced

We embark upon the path of our demise

For you do not release your lovers without a fight

When we want you day and night

Night and day, no price too high

To pay, our dependence shameful

Frowned upon, distasteful

In the end a medical condition:

Addiction

But you make the dinner party

Make the sordid gathering ‘arty’

Celebrate the New Year

Distract us from care and fear

God’s gift to us

Plaything of the Universe

Fruit of the vine

Sometimes vividly illustrating

“Too much of a good thing”


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      kathryn1000 5 years ago from London

      A good one here,Tom.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Be oh so careful when pouring the sweet nectar

      Too much can cause a defector

      Sometimes needing the service of a funeral director. Hee Hee

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      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      A nicely playful poem perhaps in the Roman tradition

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      Many an ode has been written to this somewhat toxic muse. Thank you Kathryn

      A bonus extra poem from Ruby!

      Thanks, Juneaukid :)

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      I don't blame anything on my beloved wine... I blame it all on the glass!

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      Those damn glasses.

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      Dallas W Thompson 5 years ago from Bakersfield, CA

      Enjoyed! Flag up and awesome!

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      Thank you!

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      SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

      I have tried...oh how I have tried.... but your poem have finally made me realize that the "way of the teetotaler" is not the path for me....

      "So hail! my friends and raise your glasses" :)

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      All things in moderation, they say. Thank you!

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      ExoticHippieQueen 5 years ago

      Ah, Plaything of the Universe. Yes, yes. It has been my plaything many times over...........lol. Thanks for the awesome poem, Tom!

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      saddlerider1 5 years ago

      Oh god's gift to the Poet, Bacchus from the vine to the table to our Muse's delight, our Quill takes flight upon the white, then off to bed sometimes with a swollen head to keep our fantasies alive and well in the recess of our well's mind, awoken with a smile to do it all over again. Thank you for this brilliant poem, Cheers.

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