Best Libation Poems

liquor
crushed ice
an effervescent tonic
an engaging libation

a crystal glass an empty mass
a looking glass an engaging lass
a reflection fills the flask
an hourglass figure smooth as glass

a...

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soon
close
almost

a month
her cycle
repeats itself

not in birth
but rebirth
wax and wane

the full moon
takes out
a red tide

June is 
the strawberry moon
and the honey moon

Salute
drink mead
for honey sweet

and red
wine...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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*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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Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the...

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Homer, Aristotle, Hobbes, Locke, Goethe, and Crane;
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, Tolstoy, Whitman, and Twain;
Whose imagination and toil helped to unfold
Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told.

The...

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In a cafe
somewhat blase 
(I suppose)

A glass pendant glows
above You and Me;
a newly created pose.

Our eyes reflect no guise:

Whisper to me in sweet libation,
drown me...

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SIGN OF THE TIMES

Silence is not always precious made in gold
In fact can be base alloy: dull and cold
Gleam gone dim, for the lack of...

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I drink...
Alone, all the time, always thinking,
About past times that should have been.
I should have done this, I should have done that,
I never get the...

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Steel upon endings

Taken by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of...

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Unsung Children

Somewhere deep inside you
Behind the patches and the plasters
Of your broken heart
Somewhere in the shadows
Lays the summer of your soul
As timid as a naked...

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Taken, by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all

Counting...

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PARALLEOGRAMATIC

Four sober quadrilateral equations
were quartered around a rectangular occasion.
No less than a quadrifarious derivation,
are ever admitted to the annual rectangular without libation!...

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A wet coin on the mall floor
of sanity's foolish hope

Lies next to others
thrown away by desperate measures
with limited dreams

As they sip on frappucinos;
non-fat coated sin.

Their...

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Please strike
the piñata
i have made for you
out of the  stripes of paper
and the glue,

In  the midnight hour
i have labored long
on this plump pig
of...

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