Posted on MsJekYll'z Absinthe Forum
Topic created by green angel
on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 at 10:36
green angel said on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 at 10:36...
Absinthe, Absinthe in the night
Guide us to thy verdant light
Thy hoary dance in my glass
Defrocks the day, that futile farce
Bathe my soul in iced green
My mind at peace, serene
ty9 said on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 at 19:25...
Greetings green angel!
I like I really like the idea of absinthe defrocking the day.
It seems, when I drink you
I inhale the young forest’s soul
PopeWormoodXV said on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 at 18:30...
I think it is an example of anti-clericalism!! Just kidding, lovely words, ga. For more mid evening giggles take a look:
Anonymous said on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 at 20:40...
The first recorded example of the Bohemian Fire Ritual:
With flowers and with women,
with absinthe and with fire,
we can divert ourselves a little,
acting our parts in the play.
Absinthe drunk on a winter evening,
lights up in green the smoky soul;
and the flowers on the darling one
exude perfume before the bright fire.
Charles Cros, 1842 - 1888
Old Nick said on Fri, 27 Feb 2009 at 09:54...
I doubt that! Are you joking or do you really think that piece of absinthe poetry is about setting absinthe on fire? I intend to have a "hoary dance" with a newly arrived bottle tonight
Neil Curtis said on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 at 21:22...
Away with the Night
Green storm within
Verdant liquids alight
Early Morning's sin
My bit of absinthe poetry to you all. I am quite drunk, sorry.
Old Nick said on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 at 09:59...
Don't worry so is everyone else Early Morning Gin......nice poesie, Neil
Neil Curtis said on Tue, 17 Mar 2009 at 18:28...
Merci !!!! I'll scribble some more absinthe poetry when in the swing.
THEABSINTHEPROFESSOR said on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 at 12:20...
More absinthe poetry for you to sip and read:
I met a lady all of green
Whose eyes were all a-mock
And from Berkeley Square to Paddington Green
We danc'd and we danc'd till six of the clock
A gavotte we span, a macabre reel
Until my head was all a-whirl
And I passed through realms where dreams were real
With my laughing green-eyed girl
She shew'd me visions wond'rous
And fancies passing bold
And all the world flowed under us
In a shimm'ring haze of gold
'Fair maid,' quoth I, 'pray who are you
With eyes of languid fire?'
'I am she to whom you must ever be true
Though I be your funeral pyre!
'I am your mistress, and you are my man
We two are a hellborn match!'
And with a scream and a laugh away she ran -
And I awoke, and found me in Colney Hatch
Old Nick said on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 at 09:06...
I never read that one before. Who is it written by? This is turning into The Absinthe Poetry Corner
THEABSINTHEPROFESSOR said on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 at 08:36...
LOVE BY EDWIN MORGAN
Love rules. Love laughs. Love marches. Love
is the wolf that guards the gate.
Love is the food of music, art, poetry. It
fills us and fuels us and fires us to create.
Love is terror. Love is sweat. Love is bashed
pillow, crumpled sheet, unenviable fate.
Love is the honour that kills and saves and nothing
will ever let that high ambiguity abate.
Love is the crushed ice that tingles and shivers
and clinks fidgin-fain for the sugar-drenched
absinth to fall on it and alter its state.
With love you send a probe
So far from the globe
No one can name the shoals the voids the belts the
zones the drags the flares it signals all to
leave all and to navigate.
Anonymous said on Wed, 2 Jun 2010 at 14:22...
Green fairy elves (so ancient custom's will)
The green-gown'd fairy elves, by starry sheen,
May gambol or in valley or on hill,
And leave their footsteps on the circled green.
Aaron Snyder said on Fri, 2 Dec 2011 at 01:55...
Dutifully imbibing my healing poison of choice.
Waiting for the Fairy to give the poet in me voice.
She gently speaks to me with words well chosen and few.
I take her in but little for our magic to renew.
Anger fell under her spell as envy she removed.
I take small bits of her therefore gluttony is disproved.
Ersatz pride set aside with sloth via writing healed,
And due to friendly companionship lechery’s fate is sealed.
With my mood thus subdued avarice meets chagrin.
We defeat the deadly sins by committing further sin.
My mind open to the brownie’s lessons I now learn.
She leaves in place my troubles while removing my concern.
My mind set at ease, but not in a mystic haze.
The herbal pixie’s to take my body in our next phase.
Bodily luxury another of her amenities.
Gentle caresses flow up my limp extremities.
Waves that breach and softly reach deep into my core.
She thus dually strokes me to relax and restore.
Thoughts not confined or entwined with any undertow.
I mind my measurements for the sake of my ego.
Being human I have been given to excess.
Allowing in too much of my Green Fairy princess.
Then I melt and watch as powerless fan blades spin,
And ride into unconsciousness on an anisette grin.
La Fee Vertigo said on Thu, 12 Jan 2012 at 13:01...
Nice! Got anymore. Aaron?
Giles de Mure said on Thu, 16 Feb 2012 at 11:43...
In her arms I lay, Green Tempest
Her hair like woven anger
Arms that bind to a distant light
Dancing through my twilight years
To Verlaine's giddy tune.
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