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• The most beautiful girl from 1973
  by Jessica Heidi Marilyn Tremp

  ‘Are you guys rockstars?’

• A moment
  by Michael Alesich

  If only this moment / lasted a lifetime

  A poem I wrote for 2 friends of mine and myself on the great times we have and the situations we just don’t want to leave This is my favourite poem of all that I have written, I do hope you enjoy it.

• Just a Morsel
  by Brett Foster

  I am the feast, the tiny feast and I’m your lusty little beast!

  Sometimes the greatest feast is just a single mouthful.

• A Drink of Bitter Truth
  by jcmontgomery

  why did I believe / I could ever make a difference / that I was any different / or deserved a better life

  Was having a bad day and wanted to vent some dark thoughts.

• one hell of a drink
  by Yasemin Sumner

  Thirsty?

• Welcome to my Bar...What Can I Get You?
  by Tania Donald

  Welcome to my private bar….I have christened it “The Bubble Bar.” / Because Flower68 was so keen to see it, I’d thought I’d share it…

  By popular demand (ok, it was just Flower68, but she’s people, and she demanded), a tour of my own personal bar….No thongs, no demin please.

• Bottom of the Barrel
  by Final Form Fallen Angel

  They are the things you want to run from full speed. These things you just can’t clean off and that you’ll just never be clean of… the…

  Just another memory of alcoholism which I bear

• Choice of Drink
  by JenniferB

  The next time you’re offering I’ll have one cool smooth short sharp…

  The next time you’re offering… I just feel like drip-feeding today.

• Ey DJ..play this shit
  by Butterflies And Bullets

  NSFW

• Remedy after drinking the poison
  by MOBIUS

  yet so alive and for a while dancing on my toungue / analogy of fire as i consume the entirety of your embers / rest now and let it be the …

  Generaly i was aiming for a multi-descriptive thirst promoting artform / overlayed by a dash of temptation one might say i could eat the words and become the taster of the art.

• Wine; The Sanguine Pleasure
  by George Yesthal

  Wine does not beg me for all-consuming dedication.

  A dedication to the one form of indulgence that sets me free.

• Understanding Depression (A mourning of the Soul)
  by C J Lewis

  The ‘enforced’ feelings of being violently threatened by a husband who had a penchant for living with a fireman’s axe under our bed …

  A brief look at how I came to understand the emotion of depression through my life experiences…and what I learnt from those observations.

• COMIN' ON A MONDAY
  by robert murray

  Feels like a batch of Wednesday weekends all rolled into one / Congo drums in my head shades for the glaring sun / Nothing new at all right…

• The Question
  by Peter Davidson

  The barman, before answering, adopted the expression of a man who’d just stepped on dog-shit.

• Jesus' Fingerprints
  by Jan Stead JEMproductions

  _Jesus fingerprints remain / Etched in every cup he gave / Blood he shed / Debt wiped clean / His finger print still stays with me / His finge…

  We were in a church, at a friend’s celebration of the 25th Anniversary of his ordination as a priest in God’s Church; he was talking about the very first time he celebrated the Eucharist. / He told us he was so nervous he held the chalice, the cup, so tightly that his fingerprints remained! / As he continued the story, I pulled a small card out of my coat pocket and wrote down the words “Jesus fingerprints remain”, and I’m afraid I didn’t hear another word he said! / The inspiration took over. This piece of writing, which later became a song, I gave to our friend as a gift to celebrate his 25 years in the Anglican Church.

• You Were The Gambler
  by Melissa Park

  We sang “The Gambler” all night long, / drank our two bottles, of bundaberg rum / Just like we used to, still brings a smile / Coz…. “We wer…

  Many thanks toSandraEllen for her wonderful input without her this piece would have remained a vision in my head, Thanks Sandra! For my Brother Matthew who Sadly lost his good friend Simon in a tragic car accident just under a year ago. R.I.P Simon we have all missed you more than we knew we ever could. For Matthew, and for Simon. Work by Sandra here SandraEllen why, then oh why, can’t i / It may be contagious again Simon ... The Gambler by Kenny Rogers On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere, / I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep. / So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness / til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces, / And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. / So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces. / For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice. So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. / Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. / And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. / Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, / Know when to walk away and know when to run. / You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. / Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done. Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin / Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep. / cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser, / And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window, / Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep. / And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even. / But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, / Know when to walk away and know when to run. / You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. / Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, / Know when to walk away and know when to run. / You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table. / Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done. Matthew BARGAIN hunters from the bush led the Magic Millions bidding war yesterday as hundreds of buyers snapped up potential champions at the yearling sales. More than 800 horses went under the hammer in the mid to lower range of the market as savvy battlers searched for diamonds. Brothers Matthew and Steven Park travelled down from Oakey for the annual Sunday sales with the hope of securing a bargain bay or a cheap chestnut yearling. They ended up paying $10,000 for a chestnut filly. “She’s definitely a bargain, but you will have to ask me in a year’s time whether she is a good investment,” said Matthew. Mr Park and his partner Samantha Vuksanovic run Symphony Lodge, a training school and vendor for prominent breeders Oakland Stud. Mr Park said he had grand plans for the filly and hoped to train her into a future Magic Millions champion. / “She is built like a tank but she looks like she can run,” he said. / Both brothers were impressed by the quality of the horses in the second half of the yearling sales. / “It’s great for the smaller operators to get a look in,” said Matthew. / “There’s still a lot of good quality stock which is well-priced and still within our reach.” / The brothers will continue bidding over the next two days.

• Death to the innocent
  by bjboo

  you told me not to drink, Mum, So I had a Sprite instead./ I can hear the paramedic say, “This girl is going to die.”

  This isn’t my work but it is the best poem i have read. If someone would be kind enough to find out the true owner of this work please tell me! thankyou

• Another shot
  by scarletmoon

  I’m drunk again / What else to say? / I do it every single day

  I feel terrible.

• Drink To Forget
  by Shanna S.

  She drinks to forget. / But it only makes her remember.

• Too Much To Drink
  by Sally Omar

  Hot fingers on my spine / Lips tasting of warm red wine / Kisses on the soles of my feet / Wow, life certainly is sweet / Snoring as if…

• (Scenes from an Alcoholic Life) Listerine Mixers
  by Final Form Fallen Angel

  Do you know how difficult it is to find a mixer for Listerine?

• The Demon Drinking? No. The Demon AA.
  by Final Form Fallen Angel

  One of the greatest problems in the world today is addiction, and yet certain addictions take a higher toll than others.

  The elongating of my “Thought of the Day”

• Here's to the Half-Light (An Old Fantasy Wizards' Drinking Dirge)
  by Final Form Fallen Angel

  “Here’s to the half-light, the good in the evil / here’s to it guiding our way, / drink to the half-light, and drink for the darkness / drin…

• Fatal Addiction
  by Sally Omar

  There is an affliction / It is called addiction / Seen it in so many friends / Saw how friendship ends / A snort of coke / A marjuiana smo…