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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 02/21/2022
A Pour Fool
Born 1976, M, from Whitechapel, AustraliaA soul-sucking day just like the rest,
A day of puerile heaving,
Hunts down the inhabitants of my cavernous chest,
Leaves survivors cold, starved, and grieving
And so, from consciousness, I’ll soon be leaving
Glass One
Valhalla’s just through the round bottle mouth,
The cork pops in wild celebration,
Berry-scent commutes joyfully up from the South,
The long pour is pure jubilation
Crimson waves smash into clear, shiny glass,
Poseidon towers o’er the sea,
Borrowed happiness soon hits the restaurant pass,
And all mourners are summarily set free
And none are less mournful than me
Glass Two
The hearth-warmth inside my organ’s bone-cage,
Gets to setting all dried things alight,
And Puckish glee leaps off of the crumbling page,
Scattering color throughout blackest night
Yet, the Imp also dispenses pure fright
Glasses Three and Four
When sight starts to blur my thoughts turn to Her,
Pandora—cradling her jar filled with chance,
Were my habits more tempered, none should deter,
Why am I drawn by Death’s flirty glance?
Glasses Five, Six, and Seven
I raise my cup once again, taste that deep saving grace,
The only sweetness to touch my parched lips,
Lone maiden who grants me a look at her face,
And a lifetime’s love-making in sips
Cupid, bring me just one arrow-tip
Bottle Number Two
Glass One
Far from logic and reason, my course has been charted,
My mind turns to the dark inner world,
How much wine’s been ingested since my sozzling started?
Surely a cellar’s worth inside’s been hurled
And Regret’s laundry list is unfurled
Bottle Two... or Three?
Glass Four?
The Living Room’s alive with specters and ghosts!
A swirling cavalcade of... Oh, look! A bee!
Little insect, allow me to be your kind host,
Are you Dionysus’s tiny emissary?
A god’s herald, it’s so plain to see
Glass Something
The sun heats the room, day starts sans permission,
Boring duties brandish their sting,
My winged ally has fled due to my poor condition,
What new adventures will this blessed day bring?
And this process is old and tiring
A Pour Fool(Jason James Parker)
A soul-sucking day just like the rest,
A day of puerile heaving,
Hunts down the inhabitants of my cavernous chest,
Leaves survivors cold, starved, and grieving
And so, from consciousness, I’ll soon be leaving
Glass One
Valhalla’s just through the round bottle mouth,
The cork pops in wild celebration,
Berry-scent commutes joyfully up from the South,
The long pour is pure jubilation
Crimson waves smash into clear, shiny glass,
Poseidon towers o’er the sea,
Borrowed happiness soon hits the restaurant pass,
And all mourners are summarily set free
And none are less mournful than me
Glass Two
The hearth-warmth inside my organ’s bone-cage,
Gets to setting all dried things alight,
And Puckish glee leaps off of the crumbling page,
Scattering color throughout blackest night
Yet, the Imp also dispenses pure fright
Glasses Three and Four
When sight starts to blur my thoughts turn to Her,
Pandora—cradling her jar filled with chance,
Were my habits more tempered, none should deter,
Why am I drawn by Death’s flirty glance?
Glasses Five, Six, and Seven
I raise my cup once again, taste that deep saving grace,
The only sweetness to touch my parched lips,
Lone maiden who grants me a look at her face,
And a lifetime’s love-making in sips
Cupid, bring me just one arrow-tip
Bottle Number Two
Glass One
Far from logic and reason, my course has been charted,
My mind turns to the dark inner world,
How much wine’s been ingested since my sozzling started?
Surely a cellar’s worth inside’s been hurled
And Regret’s laundry list is unfurled
Bottle Two... or Three?
Glass Four?
The Living Room’s alive with specters and ghosts!
A swirling cavalcade of... Oh, look! A bee!
Little insect, allow me to be your kind host,
Are you Dionysus’s tiny emissary?
A god’s herald, it’s so plain to see
Glass Something
The sun heats the room, day starts sans permission,
Boring duties brandish their sting,
My winged ally has fled due to my poor condition,
What new adventures will this blessed day bring?
And this process is old and tiring
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Madhu Mangal Sinha
08/25/2022I jest feel the thought excellent boss...I LOVE the lines. Thanks a lot.
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Jason James Parker
08/26/2022Thank you for taking the time to read and for your very thoughtful commentary
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Kevin Hughes
08/05/2022Aloha Jason,
I just saw that you were Awarded the Coveted : "Story Star of the Month Award." Wow! Only twelve of those a year...in even a leap year. LOL. It is richly deserved. I reread this poem/story and man...it pegged my huge Irish Family back in the day. I thought of that famous quote from Frank Sinatra:
"I feel sorry for Sober People. When they wake up in the morning that is the best they will ever feel that day." LOL
Smiles, Kevin
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Jason James Parker
08/06/2022Thank you so much, Kevin. Old Blue Eyes was certainly onto something. I'll raise you this Frankie quote: "Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the Bible says love your enemy."
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Aziz
08/02/2022Well deserved, Jason. Your stories add a huge value to this beautiful.community. You are a very distinguished writer.
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Jason James Parker
08/02/2022Thank you so much for your moving comments, Aziz. You're a pillar of support and a deep well of inspiration.
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Gerald R Gioglio
04/08/2022Yep, right on for all too many stuck in their cups. Thanks for posting this. Jerry
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Kevin Hughes
04/08/2022I don't have any words for this, just that some folks never find the bottom of the bottle...leaving everyone they loved trying to just stay afloat. Your Poetry and Prose are pure perfection (and that is as far as I could take that allieteration).
And, as you can see from the thread, everyone has been touched by the "Demons of Drink." And awed by you ability to capture both the angst and call of addiction.
Smiles, Kevin
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Shirley Smothers
04/08/2022A sad poem of addiction. So true and the misery it brings. Excellent poem. Thank you for sharing.
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Gail Moore
04/08/2022Great piece and well thought out.
It's your usual perfection Jason,
Great work : -)
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Lillian Kazmierczak
03/08/2022I have mixed feelings on this one Jason. I like the rhyme and I think you did the poetry much justice. I have lost very close loved ones to the bottle and I think that pain caused me to see this addiction for the destruction it reigns!. You are a very talented poet and eliciting these feelings is what writing should do. Very nice job!
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Jason James Parker
03/08/2022Thank you, Lillian. I really appreciate your comments, particularly in light of the fact that this topic has touched you so personally. Your words never fail to uplift me.
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JD
02/22/2022Superbly penned, as always, and deeply insightful into the plight of addiction and the mind of one drinking themselves into the abyss. Unfortunately, I think too many people can relate to this struggle. But hopefully those who can are also able to do so with an understanding that just as they can enter such an abyss, so may they emerge from it and re-enter life anew.... Thank you for sharing your gifts and insights with us, Jason! : )
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JD
04/07/2022Happy short story STAR of the day, Jason! I hope the pour fool in your story can find his way out of the pool he is drowning in....
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