Best Beverage Poems

*Drunken Master *


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sweet lavender lips
I heard it through the grapevine
transform from sweet grapes

sweet lavender lips
I heard it through the grapevine
libation of wine

sweet lavender lips
I heard...

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O, black and potent beverage
each morning that I rise
you give me greater leverage
you make me strong and wise

O, elixir of higher thought
rejuvenate my mind
I percolate...

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 More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary...

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Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health...

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I’m afraid of bright blue cars. 
Every time I see one driving down the road, my body tenses and I look away. 
Only then to...

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After much reflection and introspection I am making an alphabetical list of the things that make me, me. I'm sure there are more that I...

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Reflection in the mirror.
It couldn't be anymore clearer.
I look past this reflection.
Hidden behind the flesh. 
A bloody mess.
Can you tell me something? 
How can a...

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I see you in deep thought of me,
and I ask myself if I should ripple your complexion..?

I gaze in those reflective eyes,
And simmer yet swim...

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Oh if i had the wings of an eagle
i would swoon to pick you up
and take you to a place
i call never land
where passion is...

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Friends don't let friends drunk dial
or drunk text
for some reason when alcohol mixes into the bloodstream
it is like a "hit or miss"
some people get drunk...

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The cat bowl has been frooze for a week now and the wind is howling like a banshee in the 
window cracks. The thermometer reads...

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It all began in innocence:
A glass of wine, or was it three?
Euphoria and sweet release
That set this thing inside me free.

The very nectar of the...

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Every day feels like a race
Always some job to do
Or person to please
I'm all over the place

I always thought it was just me
Looking to escape...

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A jolt of caffeine and suddenly I'm all bright and chirpy
and on a cold day well its better then drinking a Slurpy 

A sip of...

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In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.

While pouring my cup of...

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