Best Daiquiris Poems

“Something,” a compound
word, wondering why,
back in the early days,
I enjoyed it so, until
“serendipity” came along.

The “knock-knock,”
“who’s there?” “Surprise!”
The knockout of my voice,
the showering of my dishes,
the blending of daiquiris
and splendiferous guests.

Then the more potent,
poetic delight of “plenipotentiary,”
the dictionary, the thesaurus -
better than the yellow pages
and...

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Ode to the Madman

It was heaven in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees and I was in hell.
But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs.
And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both,
Under the dauntless palms.
I took in the majesty of the gods
As they bowed to each other,
Like kow-towing...

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Ironically, the "peace" you seek
I sought too
Only not in a dream
This is the reality I choose
Here, there are no "daiquiris"
Or "dancing"
No loveless romancing
No more chasing chances
Hoping that love enhances
In a heart that's bare
One that shows 
No compassion, No care
And especially when it counts
Never being there
With words...

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Momentary lapse of reasoning
behind exemplary seasonings 
give way to life's spicy habanero 
awesomesauce.
Life's seasoning of sweet-&-sour puckers
Sweet puckering of every souring breath.

Life's wicked stammer nailing it 
like a swift hammering blow 
squashing pinpoint accuracy.

Strawberry daiquiris fruity liquor quicker 
of tasty wines staggers a peaceful 
drunken...

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Natural 


Winter is ended now spring has begun

The birds and the bees are looking for fun

Days are now longer that winter is done

The best time of the year is yet to come

Some like the snow but for me it’s the sun

Swim in blue waters then...

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I am in a saloon, where a blanket of glittering mist covers the floor, and where critics are shredded by Apache gunships at the door.  
Hemingway sits at one end of the bar, drinking daiquiris, eyes focused on faraway places, big fish, and revolutions,...

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I have a friend who beats his chest 
Who thinks he's tough, an ego blessed 
He goes out clubbing, club in hand 
Neanderthal romance, clubber lang. 

He drinks banana daiquiris by the bowl 
Experiments with chest wigs, an anthropoids soul 
He apes around to attract...

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my first one spent in my birthday suit
warmed by a receiving blanket
after my tunnel chute

in my youth, gifts i remember —
small camera, parcheesi, Donny Osmond
album

i’d get to invite over
a special friend
for the night

i’ve had three surprise parties —

in Hawaii - friend dropped off early
so everyone...

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Dont worry.
The world will never end.
Your love will cast no shadow.
Urges ripple over water.
A grave is hard and without messages.
The Family Bit, beyond measure.
Our bodies dice, shove, and cascade
While Rigor Mortis sells daiquiris 
On the Esplanade.
Wishes do come true,
In the warmth and below the blue....

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The stars look pretty from down here,
Lying on my side.

This chicken doesn't want to hold me,
I'm too heavy for playground rides.

I'm not a child anymore.
At least I try.

Especially
After Strawberry Daiquiris....

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I dream of spending my hibernation
on a coconut palm in the Caribbean
where instead of sleeping
morning, noon and night
I’ll be too busy
chomping down nutty peanut cakes
and sipping daiquiris of acorns and coconuts!...

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Taking my old Town-Car out for a little spin,
never suffer through rush hour traffic again.
Now we have time to see all those places we’ve never been,
baby I can’t wait for retirement to begin.

Me and my baby going for a Sunday drive,
only doing thirty-four in a...

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Christie  MOSES is a great poetess.
Her pen  MOVES with great finesse.

For  her  MORES in poetic verse,
Are like  MOREL mushrooms immersed;

Sautéed  MOTEL hot delicacies; 
Ice cold  HOTEL chilled daiquiris. 

Relate a  HOVEL to nice accommodations, 
Is  like...

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I had a dream.
I don’t remember most dreams.

I was cleaning the floors of heaven.
It seemed a mixed blessing,
I was in heaven, after all
but I was cleaning the floors.

It was a part time job,
I knew that intuitively.
I don’t mind house cleaning,
heaven cleaning.
It’s calm work, kind of...

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