The Drunken Master Poem by Claude Simpson
The Drunken Master
I feel the force
Of unsteadiness
Lifting me
To make me free.
The feeling has
A grabbing hold
As I walk staggering
Grinning at glee.
A Sensei caught
In mode at dance
Prancing along
At every chance.
Boom box
Sending music
To pull the rug
From under my feet.
Like magic
I danced mimicking
The king ballerino
Of the street.
Monday, February 4, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/21/2024 10:39:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
