Long Whisky Poems

it feels good to escape
with authors and poets
and dream up new places
with tales that are spun.

but sometimes what's real
and sometimes what isn't
encroach on each other
and read just as one.

such are the worlds
of rhyme but no...

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Those primeval skies, no man ever knew
Ignited, as one massive boulder burst through
Hollow inside, creatures not unlike mice
Strapped themselves in as they plunged into ice
Instantly boiled then instantly frozen
None were to question the planet they'd...

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Those primeval skies, no man ever knew
Ignited, as one massive boulder burst through
Hollow inside, creatures not unlike mice
Strapped themselves in as they plunged into ice
Instantly boiled then instantly frozen
None were to question the planet they'd...

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Once again it’s Saturday; the day when footy reigns supreme.
The Dogs are up against the Cats, the premier favoured team,
but I’ve got no doubts the mighty Dogs will surely cope with that.
I couldn’t think of...

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Galloping hooves broke morn's peace in Soup Creek's Main Street
When Jimmy Smith rode in from Bar 20 his face white as a sheet
He stopped at Sheriff Koplins office and banged heavily on the door 
"What's...

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Who wrote the book of love
Why do fools fall in love
You Can't Hurry Love
You can if you're making it
Does Blondie's Sunday 
I Don't Know What Love Is
Ask someone who knows
Love Me Like A Hurrcane
And bow...

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I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then stagger to the loo when able!

11~23~16

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


My paternal...

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A total Jedi mind f*ck from Hell is what this is. I feel like a nuclear bomb has exploded in 
my mind of Hiroshima proportions and I am on the brink of a Chernobyl meltdown....

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The water mark is still evident on the wall
You can still see where the rain had fall
The stain must have been there for many years
And every time it reappears 
Sending chills into my ears
It embraces...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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One hundred million miles away from home they are floating underground roaming the depths of the sea in their dark canopy. 

They are floating in the belly of the whale and are trapped beyond the...

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Thought Train Location As of October 27th,2013
Take 1

…don’t even try to believe or perceive or conceive any of this*
when the clouds come to veil the stars and the night puts you in an unsure but...

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What is winter in Jamaica like?
When you were shivering the entire night
What is winter in Jamaica like? 
When you have no heating all night
Couples bundle up underneath the covers
Trying to keep each other warm
But the...

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'Twas the night of that particular evening whose noon-tide bade wondrous twilights and whose moon suffused in its consummated prophecy. Men perched themselves around balefully dire fires and professed eerie tales to themselves in unsettling...

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If I call you, would you come and join me in the sun? If I call you, would you say that the day is done? I see you running all over the place with boots...

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I wonder about life and what might become,
Whats around the corner for me, is she the one,

I sit back and feel the darkness creeping up,
Wondering if i should start to cut myself again, geez m...

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Every year someone is always expressing
that Christmas is imperialist, and oppressing
people not of the Christian faith,
That it’s unfairly taken Soltice’s place,
that the historical Jesus was not born
in the last months per Holiday norms,
say ‘Merry Christmas,’...

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A poet's work [like journalists] is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, to start arguments, to shape the world and stop it from going to sleep. - Salman Rushdie

Don’t think...

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In Soup Creek saloon behind Jenna’s bar
Milt’s holsters and belt and a posthumous star
Are fixed to a plaque to remember him best
There’s a custom made bracket where Milton’s guns rest

The gun barrels cross over Milt’s...

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Hello Issaquena
by Curtis Johnson

The county seat, humidity, and musical beats. 
After many years, I went to visit my hometown,
Hoping to walk down memory lanes of warm treats,        ...

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He was old and haggard, in the year nineteen twenty something
A tall lanky old man, with a worn out hat and a rusty ring
His squint blues eyes pulled together the wrinkles upon his face
With an...

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For Jack so loved the whisky
That he spent all his hard earned money
Buzzing like a bee, in a hive full of honey
Painting the town red, every club, pub and bar
Mingling among strangers, feeling like a...

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He rose from his half-finished whisky,
and set out, clear out of town.
Blackjack would be very keen to know
what the soft, little clerk had found.

Gil rode back out into the desert,
retracing where he previously went.
Finding the...

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Bread and butter on the plate
It is what everyone hates
Bread and butter on the plate
Someone is searching for a date
As morning comes alive
He began to search for his wife
He passes through the market place
With a...

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Paradise in the tree is looking down at thee; paradise in the tree has a message for you and me, the stains are dripping from the vine and I have to hold on to what...

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