Best Gin Poems

Her lips caress another cigarette
A fading belle looking for love
The smoke veils a creature of habit
Chasing a young girls dream

But this Genie found the palace doors locked 
Her youth distilled into a bottle of gin
Diluted by these streets of sin

Now her makeup hides the bottles...

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My hair has receded and my belly grown fat
There’s hair growing in my ears and I don’t like that
My joints ache all the day and I have troubles with peeing
I’m tired all the time and have glasses for seeing
Gravity has taken over putting life in...

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MOTHER
Never Drank Gin in the Morning

My Mother… never drank!
 “Cotton Gin” came to her mind,
when she heard the word Gin.
  In stores…Gin never find.

I too, just like Mother
my strongest drink iced tea.
When stronger drink took sip
weird warmth.. came over me.

As, N.Y. designer !
Lemon, lime...

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A chill of Autumn in the air
and spider’s webs are everywhere
these delicate exquisite works of art
such beauty and joy fills my heart

Old Man’s beard has just appeared
weaving its way through blackberry bushes
loved that name when I was small
     to touch ~...

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Another Gin and Tonic Horn Limerick

Must I drink another gin and tonic
To tolerate Trump who is moronic
Jumping from hole to hole like a rabbit
Constantly complaining when cannot have it
Grows on you like a plague that is bubonic.

Jim Horn...

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Feb-ru-ary –
Snow-white blossom,
Winter hedgerow shining.

Now September –
Hedgerow harvest:
Sloe-black, slow, black,
Black fruit with purple bloom.

Sloe gin, slow, gin,
Let the alchemy begin.
Blackthorn, black fruit,
Steeped in finest London gin.

Locked in Kilner
In dark cupboard.
Wait till dark December ......


Ruby colour,
Rich aroma.
Delicious sip,
Post-prandial
Christmas dinner nip.

Mike Jones
25 August 2014...

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"Slow Gin and Astral Conversations"



A maze me?

I’m the architect 
of my own destiny
he beguiled her 
incessantly 
from the depths of 
his bottled up Carceri
she knew him 
before he became 
a complex 
well-hidden 
Piranesi
twixt your world
and mine
places like that
brand you with
an addiction 
for fixed routine
remembering 
to...

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While I was sat drinking lemonade
the winter’s chilling sun started to fade
the calm before the storm 
perhaps another dawn
found in fizzy dreams of lemonade.

A hazy moonlit beach then appeared
my senses numbing as I had feared
as a pretty girl winked
at me, I dare not blink
in case...

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The gin and juice on my lips

What could be better than this?

Going around the cities like a homeless

Meeting some strangers, smokers, players

(Do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, of course, you naughty girl)



It’s so easy to be wrong and bad

If I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Could...

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Beneath a parapet of color rich and bright
the shiny sidewalk beckons me to come 
closer to his revels closer to his warm caress, 
As the rainy afternoon remises light 
two mesic hearts begin to drum 
in keeping with the rhythm of love's guess  
...

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Round and ready
Fit to burst
They grow like grapes here
Cheek to cheek they bend the bones of the branches

Every year
Two daughters
A mother
A grandmother
Rid the jewels of their armour
Delicately balancing beauty between thumb and forefinger
Tough
Like compacted snow

I know

I know that one swift squeeze and summer would seep
Right...

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THE BAR ON BEER STREET AND GIN LANE

Come in quoth he. Ye weary poor devils
What is mine is yours he quipped with hands a-flarin'
T'ward his barrage of demon drink.His eye smiling
that Succubus hint gleaming
just behind his light like in nightmare dreaming.
Poured he proceeded to fill...

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Was making dinner for my honey, mine.

I realized, alas, I added far too much thyme.

He whispered, “you are thinking way too much of rhyme!”

Quickly I filled us glasses, with ice-cold tonic, gin and lime.

That softened him and he softly whispered,

“Well, I guess after all, it’s...

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Gin with tonic water
Is my favourite drink
Sometimes I change it
From tonic water
To something different
Mixing cranberry juice
With a bite of gin
Or vodka with cranberry
         juice
I enjoy vodka with ginger
         ...

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One 
bottle 
standing tall
in the center
of my universe.
I orbit around her
from dawn to dusk like a dead 
moon on a never ending course. 
She is my only reason to rise
yet is now the bane of my existence....

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