Best Beverage Poems
crave lazy sunday
enjoying many oldies
homeless at a park
Entered inside the world of coke
My friends thought it was a joke
I put in my change in the slot
What happened next was a lot
It was something like no other
No one believed me not even my brother
First I met ms Mellow Yellow
She tried to molest a fellow
Didn't know if I should be scared or flattered
But what happened next didn't matter
I met Ol Mr Pibb
He really was a pig
They called him the streak
The women thought he was a freak
He was to much for any one to handle
Then poor old Sprite really was a scandle
There was nothing he could do right
Every body picked on poor old sprite
As my journey came to an end
I made some new friends
The nice thing of coke life
There is not any strife
Beverage
Marriage,
if considered as beverage,
whoever tastes, ultimately regrets.
Its sweetness, who has tasted never
is definitely a loser.
12/05/15
Any poem (Not for a contest) contest Eighth place
Sponsor Broken Wings
'MAY 2019 PREMIERE 5' Contest by Brian Strand
I’d rather rhyme and meter my dreams,
But you like your verse jagged and plainly-built.
I’ll try it loose and anti-styled, formless as pooled tears
In maudlin drops...drink them!
Can you name the President of Guatemala
How 'bout the islands off the coast of Sahara
Would you happen to know the currency of Iceland
And what about the most popular beverage in Spiceland
I myself have forgotten last year's Super Bowl Winner
Not to mention what I ate last night for dinner
As for my wife's birthday and our anniversary
I quickly mumble something far too cursory
So now that I've been relocated from the frying pan to the fire
My odds of living 'til sundown ~ two notches below dire
Who wants to hear my latest diatribe
of how the world could stand to be improved?
Or quaff a pint, and hear as we imbibe,
of politics of which I’ve not approved?
Perhaps a glass of vintage Cabernet
would help one hear the stories of my life.
My search for love that doesn’t fly away
and of the dove I asked to be my wife.
Perhaps a fine liqueur might calm the nerves
of him who hears my faith's deepest conviction -
at best, which challenges; at worst, which serves
to drive between two friends a wedge of friction.
My alcoholic beverage of choice -
the pen that gives my heart a sober voice.
The by-far dull child at orphanage,
After placement on beverage,
Mathematics above average:
A sixty-nine percent anchorage?
Other kids could only vilely rage;
The most envious began fast to age
The once-empty thing at orphanage
Could thrice try syllabus coverage,
Teachers wasting words; he could manage,
No need to be under tutelage...
Means beverage gives one leverage
Kids' craving for it to encourage
Teenagers: Beverage leverage,
To them cash for purchasing courage
Dad and Mum willy nilly savage,
If their fine kids can't reach beverage.
A thing to cry over like carnage!
Completely unrestrained, sun drenched and yummy,
Tasting of the tropics, flavors so tender,
Falling from the coconut tree to greet my tummy,
Great amounts of fiber found in each bite….
Scrumptious like the mango, cashew and cherry
And, just like these – they aren’t nuts at all,
Instead, they’re a drupe, fleshy and a little harry,
The coconut palm is the national tree of the Maldives.
Coconut trees can bring 180 coconuts per yield,
Such a delicacy should be mentioned as quite tasty,
They bring so much sweetness to those who’ve peeled,
Despite those who thought coconuts were afflicted with a curse.
Though I didn’t realize the wonders of this flavor,
Now I know what it means to use coconut oil -
Feel the marvels of this amazingly beneficial savor,
Enjoyable in so many ways I can’t even illustrate.
Coconuts are more than just nuts that fall from the tree,
They pour out wonders in oil, butter and beverages,
Lasting long enough to prove that, to some degree,
Their charms make hearts flutter with appreciation for the drupe!
If I were a beverage I would go down smooth
Refreshing tantalizing and mesmerizing thrills
Expressing loudly how tasty I am
Closing your eyes reveling in its abundance of spices
Mulling over in your mind what could this possibly be
I shake you
Roll you beyond your wildest dreams
Wanting to share this flavor with those you know
Willing to risk it on those you do not
Telling the whole world it is needed when you are hot
So good that you will want more than a shot
Gulp it
Guzzle it
Try not to drown
Savoring it
For the lasting
Oh how good it is basking in its depth
Feeling like satin silk or even felt
down to your bones
maybe your toes
throw your head back
and laugh
it is good for the soul
I am a beverage
the Living Water
You shall thirst no more
Filling you up
Here take my cup
Have no selfish desires in your heart
I have loved you from the very start
This is from not just I
But from He Who sent me
You are an Apple of His eye
Fresh ground eye popper;
The miracle medicine,
Elixir of life.
Barrier between the worlds
Of vibrancy and stagnation…
A cup of eye popp’in joe.
April 6—Beverage, libation, liquid…
Daily Ritual Drinks Drink
in the morning
I drink a cup
of snarling hot coffee
while watching the news.
in the afternoon
I shift to tea
either earl gray
or herbal tea.
a day without Earl Gray
is not a good day.
at sunset
I drink red wine
with my wife.
as the evening
shifts into night
I drink rum
or whiskey.
to eat the day
right.
Coffee is the hot drink of
The gods, it must be
Because no matter how you
Drink it, it pleases
Its daily power
Ambrosia
Thrill.
I’d rather rhyme and meter my dreams,
But you like your verse jagged,
And ugly-built.
I’ll try it loose and anti-styled,
Formless as pooled tears
In maudlin drops.
Drink them!
enhanced refreshment
bubbles at the surface burst
carbonation fizz
the fluid’s magic
virtue is revealed at last
bubbles of hidden gas
spontaneously
perform a brief dance in glass
like droplets through air
they don’t forever
come from the depths of your drink
once then vanish
a mystery to be traced
a delight you cannot taste
5/22/23