Murder Scene
Implements of a Murder:
The smoking gun,
the silken rope, and
other cliches
Watching a play
in which murder is
the motive for
carrying on w/
all manner of
bad behavior
A dinner party
where red wine is
served in crystal
glasses- light
caught within the
reddened spheres,
Casting the color
of the wine in
wide ovals
on the floor
The wine appearing
later in the part of
Bloodstains on the Carpet:
justifying its existence as
'Incriminating Evidence'
poem by Bryan P.T. Riley
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Wine (Love Poem)
Wine is for laughing
Wine is for talking all night
Wine is for living life out loud
Wine is for making us beautiful
Wine is for all-night conversations
Wine is for getting together again
Wine is for ‘never again’ tomorrow
Wine is for sleeping like a baby
Wine is for telling the truth
Wine is food for love
Wine is friendship
Wine is fresh
Wine
Can
Be
The
One
Perfe ct
Companion
At the end of a long day
poem by Ian Beckett
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Knife
Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Red, Sparkling Wine
I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …
… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…
… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Loose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love! … just in a Bottle of Booze …
of Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…
She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…
Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…
She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Premeditation
Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.
And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Blue Wonder Power Milk
I wonder why
I feel inside
A red green light
But I can enjoy
Blue wonder power milk
I wonder why
I feel inside
A red green light
But I can enjoy
Blue wonder power milk
Custom-made eyes open wide
Custom-made eyes
Open and dive
In wild-molten wine
Wild-molten wine
Wild-molten wine
She saw me talking with this double chin girl
Felt repulsion only I could enjoy
Amazing discoveries
She used to drink blue wonder power milk
Romantic carpet
Spread it out
To find solutions
Lots of doubts
Romantic carpet
Soaked with
Soaked with wild-molten wine
Wild-molten wine
Wild-molten wine
Can I be your ...
Can I feel your ...
Can I see your ...
(repeat til the end)
(thanx you very much)
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Three Wives Of A Mandarin
Lawful wife.
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that’s served is nests of the swallows.
Since the birth of time, the legal spouse
Is respected by her mandarin-husband.
Concubine
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served – duck: fat and heavy;
Should a mandarin be deprived of children -
Concubine is needed for a mandarin.
Maid
There is still some wine left in the chalice,
And the plate is served - preserves and marmalade.
Why the two of you are in his house?
Every night a new woman he desires.
Mandarin
There is no more wine left in the chalice,
And the plate that’s served is hot red pepper.
Silence! O you: bunch of silly blabbers,
Dare you laughing at the poor old mandarin.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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Bottle Of Red Wine
(by bonnie bramlett and eric clapton)
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I cant get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
You hear what I say?
Gonna love you anyway.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I went to an all-night get together
And everyone I knew was there.
Had the love that would last forever.
Everywhere I looked, I saw you standing there.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I cant get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
I said get up right now, oh oh.
I said get up right now.
Feel so bad this morning; got a terrible headache in my head.
Do me a favor, baby, do me a favor please.
Please get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up, get up; get your man a big big bottle of red wine.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A Season of Wine and Roses
Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well ~
and how the two were wed as one,
when the sunlight softly fell.
The pinkened kiss, the gentle blush,
beneath a soft, green canopy ~
and wine flowed there beside the rose,
'til sunlight set on autumn's eve.
And there within the autumn's breath,
came an orange and golden kiss ~
that found the wine and lovely rose,
beguiled by summer's bliss...
remembering when the wine was sweet,
and the rose was a budding bloom ~
and velvet was the reddened wine,
when the red rose danced in June.
Thinly brown, with winter's death,
the vine and thorn entwine ~
and wait impatiently for spring,
when, once more, a life they'll find.
And now upon the chilling wind,
there's a whisper that gently fell ~
'Remember when the wine was red,
and the rose was red, as well'...
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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I Licked The Wine
I licked the wine I licked sweet wine.
I licked chill wine off inflamed face.
I never left lingering incriminating;
any sticky dew rose red untasted trace.
I licked the wine; I licked full-blooded rose red wine.
I licked dew wine off dawn bud tender trembling lips.
I licked love undulating curves beneath vibrato hips;
in a song of time we dance summer ripe passions of vine.
I licked the wine; I licked sweet wine in memorial to time.
I licked chill wine off cherry sweet ripe youths luscious tits.
I licked while she swallowed tongue probing penetrating tips;
in love shines rebirth bright in festive season of harvest vine.
I licked the wine; I licked full-blooded rose red wine.
I licked while she screamed song orgasmic liquid joy.
I licked while white hot mouth savoured; new found wondrous toy;
in love we enshrine immortality posterity born in wedded love rhyme.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in March 1996 on the 26.3.1996.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Honey And Wine
My daddy used to tell me
When I was under his wing
If you want to live a good life
Just remember one thing
Though the world that we live in
Can be so unkind
If you love a good woman
It's all honey and wine
Less I could do
I thought my daddy was wrong
Girl, I was so lonely
And then you came along
You get and said hold me
You get the kissin' was fine
Now I ready for the tastin'
Was the honey and wine
It's all honey and wine now
It's all honey and wine
If you love a good woman, yeah
It's all honey and wine
break
It's all honey and wine now
It's all honey and wine
If you love a good woman, yeah
It's all honey and wine
It's all honey and wine now
It's all honey and wine
It's all honey and wine
song performed by by Hollies
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Intravino
Words: d. hall, j. oates, s. allen
Music: d. hall
Johnny walker leaves me black and red
And sick in the head
Cuervo gold so Im told
Will make you useless in bed
Gimme o.j. with my stolichnaya
And the fires burn inside
Tanquerey gets me higher and higher
Dont like the rock & rye
Oh yeah need intravino
Oh yeah need intravino
Gimme wine, wine, I need intravino
Wine, wine, I need it every day-o
Wine, wine, mis en bouteilles au chateau
All the time, I need wine all the time.
Six oclock gotta have beaujolais
Eight oclock I open up pouilly-fuiss? love the ruby color. grand cru classe
Never love another once Ive savored that bouquet
Oh yeah need intravino
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Dire Wolf
In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Die Romantic
You Look Fabulous In Your Dark Dress Tongiht
Your Black Lipstick Calling Me To You Like A Magic Spell
The Only Thing That You Disliked Is The Light
Tonight We'll Meet Our Master Satan and Reign In Hell
I Walk Up To You My Black Hair Covering My Dark Eyes
I'm Dressed In A Blood Staind Tuxedo
I've Already Put On My Black Eyeliner I'm Also Wearing My Red Tie
Where Not Fit For This Life Of Secrets and Incognito
We'll Drown This Poison With Cheap Wine
We'll Drink It From Our Cups Devine
Tonight We'll Die Romantic
Plus For This Murder Scene Where Fanatics
We'll Put The Poison On Our Lips and Kiss It Off
Soon The Nightmare People Call Life Will Be Over For Us
It'll First Start Off As Just A Light Cough
This Will Be A Slow Painful Death We'll Enjoy It This Won't Be Rushed
We Finish The Battle Of Wine and Open Another One
All We Can Do Now Is Wait and Laugh About Are Soon To Be Bodies
Normally People Would Be Scared Of This Outcome Where Just Having Fun
Look At Us Enjoying Our Last Few Hours We're Being So Haughty
We'll Drown This Poison With Cheap Wine
We'll Drink It From Our Cups Devine
Tonight We'll Die Romantic
Plus For This Murder Scene Where Fanatics
We See The Sun Coming Up As We Began To Laugh At Each Other
This Will Be The Last Sunrise We'll Ever Get To See
Our Lips Now Covered In Blood Soon I'll Cease To Be The Big Brother
Now That It's Almost Time I Propose To You On One Knee
We'll Be Dead Lovers You Laugh and Say Yes
With Our Last Dying Breath We Give Each Other A Kiss
Soon We'll Be Six Feet Under Laid To Rest
It Happend Just How It Should've Just Like This
We'll Drown This Poison With Cheap Wine
We'll Drink It From Our Cups Devine
Tonight We'll Die Romantic
Plus For This Murder Scene Where Fanatics
poem by Patrick Shields
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Wine Red
Wine red
Like rose petals against the snow
Wine red
Like crimson apple pierced with an arrow
Wine red
Like blood emitting from the skin
Wine red
Like her ruby lipstick used for sin
Wine red
The drink that lovers share
Wine red
A drink to forget a nightmare
Like Snow White fooled
She ate the poison apple;
A death of beauty
But their dirty and wicked sins
Will be recovered with an enthusiastic fury
poem by Verona Valentine
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Pork Chops are Fun
chop chop chop the pork squeals over dinner
with it's fatty bits and tasty bites
it marinates on a stick over hot coal
who will taste it first who will finish the bowl
Wow Pork Chops with red wine
then dinner will be divine
chop chop chop the pork is done
with ginger, wine and lots of fun
it's time to have with a salty bun
chop chop chop see it go in the oven my friends
it's dinner time lets eat it all
then lets sit together and have a ball
chop chop chop the pork tastes good
with the meat so tender it bloody weel should
sometimes on the pan sometimes as a roast
call your freinds for dinner it's a dish one can boast
chop chop chop the pork is done
sprikle a little wine to make things bright
then the meat put it on light
watch it burn and tremble with delight
chop chop chop my pork chops are done
poem by Anuj Tikku
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A Vindication
If heaven loved not the wine,
A Wine Star would not be in heaven;
If earth loved not the wine,
The Wine Spring would not be on the earth.
Since heaven and earth love the wine,
Need a tippling mortal be ashamed?
The transparent wine, I hear,
Has the soothing virtue of a sage,
While the turgid is rich, they say,
As the fertile mind of the wise.
Both the sage and the wise were drinkers,
Why seek for peers among gods and goblins?
Three cups open the grand door to bliss;
Take a jugful, the universe is yours.
Such is the rapture of the wine,
That the sober shall never inherit.
Somebody Help Me
Mornin' sunshine through the curtain
Throws a Rorschach on my wall
Wakin' up wide asleep
I try unravelling it all
By all rights I should be dead
From this bullet hole in my head
Oddly enough I seem to be alive
Greatly dismayed I discover
That the feet under the covers
With the red toe nails
Can't possibly be mine
Wont somebody he-elp me
You got to he-elp me
'Cause wine, too much wine
And a female friend of mi-ine
Rode a Mustang in my mind last night
It was a Saturday, a doesn't matter day
We were drinkin' at the old Red Log
And another and another
With my long lost brother
'Til the room began to fog
Then a fine lookin' woman walked by
Looked me in the eye
Heaved a sigh and took me by surprise
I said sit down and take your place
With my long lost brother, Ace
Who had just caved in
And passed out on the floor
Wont somebody he-elp me
You got to he-elp me
'Cause wine, too much wine
And a female friend of mi-ine
Rode a Mustang through my mind last night
Wont somebody he-elp me (he-he-he-elp me)
Wont somebody he-elp me (he-he-he-elp me)
'Cause wine, too much wine
And a female friend of mi-ine
Rode a Mustang through my mind last night
Wont somebody he-elp me (he-help me)
Somebody he-elp me (he-help me)
Somebody he-elp me (he-he-he-elp me)
Somebody he-elp me (he-help me)
Somebody he-elp me (he-help me)
Somebody he-elp me (he-help me)
Somebody he-elp me (he-help me)
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Wine, Women, and Song
As I walk through the stifling heat,
with no shoes upon my feet
I search for wine, women, and song
as I tread hopefully along.
Sweat is pouring and my face is sore
I don’t know if I can take much more.
Where is the wine, women, and song
something’s missing, something’s wrong?
It’s so oppressively hot around here
surely by now I should be getting near.
I can sense the wine, women, and song
I do hope it won’t be long.
I’ve caught a whiff of Chanel perfume,
a sure sign that I’ll be arriving soon.
But where’s the wine, women, and song
that I’ve been searching for so long?
For days I’ve followed the confusing smell
and its made me realise that I’m in hell.
Sadly there is no wine, women, and song,
and this road I walk is eternally long.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Wine Me Up
(faron young/billy deaton)
I'm the center of attention in this bar room
Cause i've got teh biggest heartache of the year
And each night those swingin' doors reach out to me and draw me in
'cause they know each night that i'll be back to wine me up again
Chorus:
Wine me up turn me on and watch me cry for you
Lately drinkin' warm red wine is all i want to do
I never know how tight i'll wine me up 'til i walk in
I don't care cause i'll be back to wine me up again
I'd like to thank the folks who raise the grapes way up in california
And i'm hopin this will be their biggest year
'cause scarlet waters all that's left to keep me hangin on
That's why i'll try to wine me up each day and night next year
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Let's Have a Party.
Let's have a party, invite the family around,
Tell them it's teat time, and come south bound;
We'll have it as a barbecue, so b.y.o some meat,
But we will supply salad, drinks, and also sweet.
Let's have a party, but dress up in a costume,
Don't say who you are, we have to assume;
And the food will be served as a supper too,
With Chicken, no wine, and some dessert will do.
Let's have a party for children, on Friday,
Seeing its a birthday, the kids will go hooray;
Let's put up streamers, have finger food too,
After all the games and food sing happy birthday to you.
Let's have a pre wedding party, for bride and groom,
Go out to dinner, let's try the sunset room;
We'll book a smorgasbord dinner, make it for forty,
Then come back to our place after, for tea or coffee.
Let's have a Christmas party, all family and a friend,
We'll sing lots of carols, and have a story at the end;
Each bring 1 present, for under the christmas tree,
And thank God for Christmas from you and me.
poem by Margaret Haig
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