Can it be that I'm first? A solid poem, a very confident poem.

Hells. Some days I'm just a dark cuss. Thanks for the read!

I love the word "contrary." And I too am exactly that some days.
How well you expressed it.~r

Damn. Well OK then Scupper. I like this part of you. Bold and haughty.

Come aboard then, fellow renegade. I'm feeling this with you.

Boy, I can relate. -R-

Joan, there's a reason we love to read one another!

Rita, my friends would tell you that bold is definitely in the mix.

AJ, I'm on it! But you'll have to steer this one.

Christine, What is it about certain days?

"I want a raucous hour
contrary, chilled."

Me too, Scupper. Me too!

Sounds like an excellent plan, and so well put together.

I'd like to sit at the bar with you.

Can I go with you? Nice shot of Wellington. Be well Scupper and fire one up for me.....o/e r++++++

Let's all meet...drink...and be contrary together.
Happy New Year Scupper.

I'll drink to that.

That's right, scupper! Play hard. 'Til the lights in Wellington proper go out, even. Say 'no' only to that damn ie~

I had to come back and tell you that you have inspired me. I'm shall home and pour me a couple fingers of the Glenlivet.

hey - I thought I knew you....looks like I'm just beginning to however....this was great.

Let's drink till we get side-aches in our throats.
I just hate those ie's folks too!
R

I so relate to this on every level. A brilliant poem and Im not afraid to drink to that...again and again.

No resolutions here, but here's to a raucous, contrary and chilled night come the hour.

I long to have a long drink with you Scupper. I am a darl stout person. Ge figger.

Love it, Scuppie! **ducks, covers head with hands and dashes into the shadows**

"How's that for ringing in
the year?"

that's raucous, woman, and it looks like we're all putting our elbows on the bar with you. yar to 2011, to tonight! great rhyme scheme, by the way.

scupper - no problem here. I'm ringing it in solo again. Not quite ready for this.

Maybe next year?

Here's to a good dose of raucousness!
And I admire people who really know what they want.

I know the feeling very well. Great poem. R

There's kind of an element of surprise in being contrary from time to time. A nice thing, I think, it is to mix it up a bit on occasion.

You expressed that contrariness so well here in this wonderful poem. Thank you.

I agree with Little Kate. I get grouchy.
I took a brief nap. I am so tuckered out.
Ya ought to be a Greek English Farmer.
Teacher.
Blame psychiatrist. Fancy pants lawyers.
Scratch your head and sit on your porch.
Give poor grades of 'f's' for funky judges.
Debate before the Supreme Court what?
Laugh
or
Weep
Dedicate a book of law poems to Oscar?
and
Grouch
Sip Ovaline barley chocolate with Little?
Kate
Little
Dairy
Queen
Lawyers brag. Get booze. Hock High School?
Hock
Ring
Pink
Pong
Bonk
Bums
Bong
Puffs
Ex-huh
Spurts
Lawyers should be sent to The North Pole?
Pole
Cats
Black
White
Stinks
Argues
Arugula
O, hater
Debater
Ay o woo
Thee Lou
Costello's
King Ferdinand recommended that the local natives in the 'discovered '`
New World
should post.
Pit up signs.
No Trespass.
Go to be eels.
Help St. Nick.
Nick say` Get!
Hells. Cuss`um!
The Psalmist did.
Justice. Wrathful.
This is private chat.
Sit with the farmer.

This was so intense and insightful. Thank you.

Lovely poem. Always so worth reading.

And I love the photo. Wellington is one of my favorite places!

Am moved by the stark honesty here. This has always been a difficult holiday for me. Even writing those few words brings too much back. Poignant words yours.

Nice work. Very strongly written.

Wow. Vivid, concrete description of a ethereal feelings. Great, great poem.