Best Bourbon Poems

tempered steelheads migrating through the
 shallows, their metallic scales lubricated 
with penzoil two stroke motor oil.

 moving over sand and rocks
 some gray, some brown, 
 some smooth,  some jagged and torn.

  with alloys glistening in the summer heat
they brush up against the...

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We all seek a satisfying drink that pleases our taste buds,and we drink all of that drink down to the last drop,because it hits the right spot,and satisfies us a lot!  Kentucky Bourbon satisfies our thirst when it is at its worst .Kentucky Bourbon...

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Two old friends gather
thousands of stories to tell
in between the laughter....

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A Bourbon Love
Through a glass of bourbon he found her.
Her eyes, Flaming Blue, hiding a glance of Heaven.
Her hair golden like the reflection of an English buttercup, 
Open to the flirtations of the sun.

Her lips soft, pink,
Like the dawn over a distant tulip field,
With a...

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Rebel to the core
a story teller
brother in arms
we all march to the same reaper
bountiful the smiles
loving humanity
giver of kindness
the greatest Houdini act of all time
 all in the eyes
	all in the eyes
		all in good time

Black holes with no visions
	ripping one from the inside out
		finally there...

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Bourbon street and candy canes two unicorns in disguise, 
Nickels for an easy dime, 
And a quarter for a rhyme. 

Shooting stars and colored moons aces to the heart, 
A world through rose tinted glasses, 
And dreams left standing gone from the masses. 

Take the...

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Masked trickery within bayou nights
Under the diffusing Dixie lanterns glow
Flowing songs lost within legend and myth
Dancing with a quipster and pierrot 

Lovers and friends hidden in masquerade
In sequined illusions and beaded dancing 
These candid moments fading into night
Mirroring the revelry of years long past

Bal masque...

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I listened to promises from a drunk,
"Bourbon talking," I should have thunk,
The day passed, the weeks concluded,
I tried to work out who was deluded,
Waiting for red herrings,
The months and years were ending,
Decades rolled by, one day,
I realised he should be at AA,
Not so comical, 
The...

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There was a young man from Pensacola
Who chug-a-lug a bourbon high cola
Gave it try
Eyes did cry
Head swirled like he was on a Victrola.

A Victrola is a record player that used to spin those old platters, 66, 33 RPM. If you care, you can boot up...

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I inhale the scent,
slightly sweet and smokey
pungent with the overtones
of alcohol to burn. 

The first taste rolls
along the tongue,
Rich and Rare Reserve,
and I'm tasting you.

Smokey, smooth,
acrid overtones,
just a touch of bitterness
enough to recall:  highs
are only as tall as their lows.

The amber floating in the...

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June is nice,
I love the air.
I’m just making stuff up,
I’m full of it you know.

Isn’t it kind of nice
to know it?

It feels fresh.

I have friends
that pretend wisdom can be accumulated,
that love grows

up rather than down.
Ridiculous.

Things are jagged and raw,
even when they look black.

But I love...

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Some taste molasses, 
	some will say oak
Others think pepper,     
        or even some smoke

I'm brave enough to tell you, 
	it doesn't matter to me
All that I care is, 
	you're from the land of the...

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I was at a wild party,
up above bourbon street.
When someone cried out,
so, what's a Yeet?
An imbibed guy replied,
as he rose from his seat.
"Au contraire Mes aims,
e'st fait accompli."
Well, a yeet's a teen yet,
that's still very messy.
Cause he styles his fine hair,
With ranch salad dressing.
Yeah, I...

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Jazz clubs
sleazy pubs
cajun food
for every mood
the party place
wears a different face
some say "disgrace"

looting
polluting
murder and rape
there's no escape
from judgement day
where you'll pay
an even worse fate
than that of "Kate"

Sodom and Gomorrah a tale of tragedy
the Bayou has now become the Dead Sea
littered with bodies and lost memories
which...

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My anger boils deep down inside.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Hot blood flowing vie chamber to chamber…
Thumping heart beats vexed closer to danger…
Drinking in downpouring tears and cries.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.

Pissing out vengeance, bourbon and wine.
Bowels rumble loudly from the hate I dine.
Hands...

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