Best Liqueur Poems
Lemon meringue sweet-laughter-light
fills shadows cerulean blue.
Café de Flore’s summer hot night
where dreams tangerine rendezvous.
Six strings strumming lavender notes
tones, violaceous lilac lace,
heartbeats' delicate music floats
on fanciful lilts ears embrace.
Conversation thrills with saffron!
Hints, amorous in coral blushed sheen,
lashes flirt, lush fluttered chiffon;
intentions are aquamarine.
French liqueur sipped, yellow chartreuse,
City of Light, summer hot bliss.
Inner glow - inhibitions loose,
watermelon lust; wet French kiss!
Categories:
liqueur, kiss, life, night, paris,
Form:
Rhyme
winter no worries
the Christmas trees dressed in pearls -
ice glistens on pond
little white snowflakes
cherry liqueur in crystal -
Rudolf's nose flashes
11/12/2020
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Poem Of The Day 12.12.2020
Categories:
liqueur, december, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.
Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker
for he veers of from his father, made math his liqueur
Lewis was Charles tongue in cheek, he wore hats
and from his birth place, he transformed Cheshire cats.
Lewis Carroll wrote “Alice” sure, he was also Charles Dodgson
but who wrote the marrow, now that’s where the God comes!
Now, many men wrote the Bible or so we surmise
and the pages they garnered came in random sizes.
Yes they picked, they plucked, these men were right scary
and what do you know, left out the Book of Mary!
Now you modern readers just might take a note
the resemblance twixt Alice and Mary's no anecdote.
Dogdson, yes Carroll, knew Mary so it seems
yet, Alice sweet Alice is who came in his dreams.
Carroll clothed Alice and it's no surprise
that in Chapter 3:21, her dress he seeks dried!
For Alice, dear Alice, did not wish to die!
“She would catch a bad cold if she could not get dry.”
Carroll being the kind creator, he would
had the mouse read to Alice the driest of books.
Again and again, his benevolence is shown
when he sends Alice a rabbit to soon lead her home.
So, we are lead on in most delightful detail
to Chapter 4:15 where her flight is curtailed.
As Cain slew Abel, so the Queen beheaded prates.
Yet, she’d no power at all, over bodiless cats!
Now, Chapter 12 is truly my favorite, as you may surmise
Lewis Carroll has dreamed much of caterpillar size..
He dreamed a whole world full of goodness and villainy.
As anyone can see, men will see what they see,
and the Looking Glass has as much meaning to me
as the Bible may have to the Christians, let be.
Categories:
liqueur, allegory, devotion, fantasy, introspectionmen,
Form:
Quatrain
Harvard, Princeton or Yale?
I'll take some courses by mail
Engineering or Mathematics?
I'm majoring in Acrobatics
Piano, Violin, Flute or Clarinet?
I'll play my music on the Internet
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton or Dickens?
Give me a J.K. Rowling tale of Wiccans
Pheasant under Glass with Caviar?
Slice of pizza and fries with that, sir
Sparkling wine, Liqueur or Pink Champagne?
Make mine tapwater -- plain
Mansion or Penthouse Condominium?
A dreary shack, the bare minimum
Representative or Parliamentary Democracy?
Socialist Republic, where everything's given to me
Life offers you choices, let there be no doubt
The worst thing you can do is take the easy way out
Categories:
liqueur, growth, judgement, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum,
you should have seen me how it made me slightly drunk;
and jumping and screaming I danced to the beats of a drum...
then grandma joined in and she sang a classical song!
And the sweet cream was on my lips and cheeks,
the Babba' al Rhum was delicious and I topped it with chocolate;
everybody began shouting, "It came from Paris,
but we Neapolitans reinvented it by improving its shape and taste!"
Mamma Anna made the best Babba' al Rhum, soaking it in that liqueur much longer;
and Papa' always told me to eat more of it...saying with a suppressing laughter,
"It's a man's dessert, after you eat it, you'll be strong!"
Oh, did he really tell me the truth? No, he was wrong!
It's so very sad that they aren't here,
and I am eating pretzels and drink a beer,
the harmony that stirred their passion can't possibly return...
as they danced on the terrace to celebrate the day I was born!
Mamma Anna knew how to make the best Babba' al Rhum,
and I licked the dripping rum with my finger...not my tongue!
She spoke calmly...when she should have gotten mad and picked up a broom;
no, she was never mean and rude, or ever said to me, " Go to your room!"
Categories:
liqueur, family, father, food, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
The badger entering the underground labyrinth
it is impossible to discover the stars at night
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
trying to maintain the truth safe in the memory
Clouds, slowly suffocate my courage
While sipping the liqueur of bitterness
Unspoken words die on the tongue, as seasons come and pass
Ghosts in dirty rags
Wounded feelings, in the shadow of the evening
Forgive me, with the scent of lilies to sweeten the path of life
The future belongs to those who believe in their dreams
Field of forgiveness gives love renovated splendor
From darkness, to flower - in the embrace of harmony
Categories:
liqueur, emotions, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
She danced into my life three years ago
as if she'd been born with Angel wings.
My granddaughter, Eloise; a star aglow,
twirling in a ballerina skirt as she sings...
words of Taylor's song, "I'll write your name."
Summer was filled with playing house for us,
and a visit two blocks away to a Snowball stand.
For Elle, it was never a decision to make a fuss
of a flavor to choose as we walked, hand in hand.
She only cared about which color. It was a game.
The painting I posted was from a photo of her
sitting on the shelf as her blue ice treat was made.
Days spent with Eloise are like a sweet liqueur,
and the bond of affection we share will never fade.
She has a baby sister, Grace. I love just the same.
Categories:
liqueur, granddaughter, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Triolet
*Friend with Benefits*
This mountain girl raised in the hills,
A friend with benefits turned more.
No attachments, detached, until.
This mountain girl raised in the hills
A perfect shot, can't get my fill
She tastes like sweet cherry liqueur
This mountain girl raised in the hills,
A friend with benefits turned more.
Jared Pickett
3/17/2014
Asavvy1
Categories:
liqueur, friend, simple,
Form:
Triolet
Half a pint of raspberries
Vanilla pudding
Cup of moo-moo's milk, liqueur -
Drunken brown sugar
Melts in bubbles - Freeze
Invite friends
Serve !
for John Heck's contest "Eat Me!"
Categories:
liqueur, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Apricot pits can be
Added to a base of
Almonds, and you will have
An Italian liqueur,
A little bitter, but
Also so alluring
As sweet Tiramisu!
Aug. 11, 2016 for the Pleiades - A Poetry Contest of Kim Merryman
Categories:
liqueur, drink,
Form:
Verse
Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,
We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
We laugh out loud to clear the air,
Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,
We love each other all so right.
Categories:
liqueur, adventure, family, food, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Apple pucker gets things started.
Bacardi Limon, with Sprite of course.
Cactus Juice, on the rocks.
Dirty mother, one of my Kahlua faves.
Eggnog, now even more so my Christmas fave.
French Connection, takes me to France for next to nothing.
Gin and tonic, just to try it.
Hypnotiq, I'm hooked on it.
Incredible Hulk, he'll tear you up.
Jack Daniels, my new best friend.
Kahlua, add it to coffee...mmmm mmmm good.
Long Island Iced Tea, one is not enough for me.
Malibu and Coke for an island escape.
Nuttini, the only martini that I will touch.
Ouzo, Greeks can keep this for themselves, I wouldn't mind one bit.
Pina coladas, problems soon forgotten.
Quince liqueur, if I have the time.
Rusty Nail, the kind I don't mind if I encounter.
Sex on the beach, now that's always fun.
Tequila one, tequila two, tequila three, tequila floor.
U-238, the only bomb I wanna be blown away by.
Velvet Hammer, can pound on me anytime.
Whiskey, Irish whiskey, preferably...goes down smooth, doesn't burn.
***, the Molson that will wreak havoc with my head.
York Peppermint Patty shot when my breath needs refreshing.
Zima, for something to break the ice.
Categories:
liqueur, food, funny, imagination, life,
Form:
ABC
Aperitifs and hard spirits,
With canapes and rarebits.
Delicious hors de ouvres,
Accompanied by tangy dips.
Tomato soup with crouton,
And an entree of mouton;
My strawberry red sorbet:
Makes way for my releve.
Bring on the roast,
Not with melba toast;
Poor lentils of course,are the ones hated most.
Don't forget legumes,are vegetables of course!
The entremets the sweetest,of the entire course.
This cafe's hot coffee,makes me feel not to snore,
I've got to the finish sipping Bailey's liqueur.
---- Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Categories:
liqueur, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
In light of good memory of how things were, a woman stands unguarded.
Pleasantries, talents, and secretive skills.
I offered to you a drink, allowing you in.
Thinking I had chosen carefully over 37 others. This vexed me.
Read and reread the commentary side-by-side distant eyes and sad smile.
Extracting honesty from typed remarks.
When our eyes met for the first time and you had a smile that broadened
As I drew nearer through a sea of hurrying people, just knowing that it was you.
You felt like home, like mother's sweetened tea.
Later, a little scared to let you drink from my cup, to be your rebound.
You did not hold back your ale, I let you lead.
That first drink of you that sip of your lips, melted the iciness of my demeanor.
My thirst for you consumed better judgement. Intoxication of the moment quinched by your touch.
Offered to you my liquid that sheltered liqueur. Wine housed away deep within me.
Robust when allowed to air. Poured out slowly not to be bruised.
Your skin, your touch like sweet cream. Pouring into me.
To you I poured back mead. Whispering softness in dim moonlight.
Delightful nothings in each others ears.
Trusting the sincerity of a drunken mind.
Rapture in sleeping with you the first in a long time.
The next morning you left the taste of vinegar in a short, curt kiss.
So now several days pass and nothing not a hint of you anywhere.
I ask for closure you respond with the crux of the matter.
Hurtful this declarative statement of wanting to taste test more.
Almost more than I can bare. Though i did not mind being the mouth wash,
Removing the bitter taste of a day old tequila from your palate.
The aspirin for this hangover of past drunkenness.
Codependency in a relationship to this drink.
But that was not how I advertised myself.
You did not follow directions and warning labels.
More to the point, that was my lot in this sell in our path of life.
How we should meet, and offer coffers to one another.
Now I close this cask, and my cellar save what is left for another.
For I am not a lady who can stomach cheap beer and the after taste of malted hops.
Categories:
liqueur, angst, forgiveness, funny, drink,
Form:
I do not know?
fill glass with some ice -
add vodka coffee liqueur -
now splash on the blue
Categories:
liqueur, fantasy, funny, health, imagination,
Form:
Haiku