Best Margaritas Poems
This Girl Just Wanna Have Fun
Saturday night’s always my special night,
and I’ll party hearty ‘till broad daylight.
Long hair and shapely hips swinging to the beat,
I’m no wallflower who’ll sit in a back corner seat.
No ball and chain will keep me down.
Don’t try to cramp my style just hanging around.
It’s one life to live and I’m still young -
I’m full of life and just wanna have fun!
You can’t hang out with me if you’re uptight,
as I’ll be bopping onstage under a bright neon spotlight.
Watch me let loose dancing the night away,
that’s right…sipping Margaritas as I happily sway.
I won’t be done until out comes the sun -
‘cause us single girls just wanna have fun!
06-18-2015
Contest: Screwed X
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Placement: 10th
The kind most people enjoy all of the time,
is the traditional made from juice of the lime.
You need tequila and salt to mix this drink.
However, there are more different kinds than most people think.
Do not forget either Triple Sec or Cointreau.
Bring all these ingredients together, and away you go.
Have you ever made these drinks with strawberries?
They can be made with pineapples, peaches, or raspberries.
This is one favorite having great variety.
Any bartender will make one for you and me.
Cruising the Mediterranean
I don't wish to fight any more
I want to enjoy the sunset
On the sea I so adore
Please hold your tongue
In silence,
View the beauty all around,
Tend the sails with care
So we don't run aground
I'll make us Margaritas,
We'll dine in finest style
As our sloop carries us
Through many a sea mile
No fighting, please,
I beg you,
Let this be a sailing
in but total peace,
And anger and misunderstanding,
I pray that they do cease
So hold me as you did once,
No question of our love,
And watch the Albatross
As he flies off with the dove
The soothing sea to rock us,
As if babies in need of sleep
And the new memories we create
Forever shall we keep.
He had no teeth and neither did his girlfriend.
We’d sit in his apartment in the dark drinking margaritas and watch Jeopardy.
He’d answer every question correctly and his girlfriend would cackle.
He’d shoot at the mice with a pellet gun as they scurried in the shadows.
He rarely missed.
Their heads would explode and I would feel queasy.
Then he’d turn back to the TV leaving the brains splattered on the floor and wall.
We’d stay up all night talking and drinking.
He’d stand out front of the building in the snow in slippers always laughing.
He was always laughing.
Even after I moved 3,000 miles away I’d call him up to talk over the phone he’d tell outrageous stories always laughing.
Sometimes those people that are hurting the most laugh the hardest.
He had no one in the world.
His girlfriend and myself, we were his family.
I figured when he someday died his body would simply turn into a skeleton in his apartment.
And he’d still be laughing.
Underage drinking has taken its tolls on all the teenagers today, including the ones under
the age of 21. It's been affecting the minds of all young people for years to come. I'm
told that drinking too much alcoholic beverages, including vodka, can not just mess up
their brains, but will have lest them hungover for at least two days. What I really don't
like about underage drinking is when these teens are trying to put their own lives and the
lives of others. The parents should've been informed that there was going to be a lot of
underage drinking at all unsupervised parties. Everybody knows that all underage kids,
including the ones who are currently attending middle school, really shouldn't be drinking
alcoholic beverages, let alone beer, and they really shouldn't be using fake I.D.s to buy
liquor at any store possible. Those store clerks should also know that should they sell
alcoholic beverages to minors that they could be fined $500 and/or spend some time behind
bars. there's no way that these kids are going to be drinking a lot of drinks, filled with
alcohol. They're better off spending Saturday nights at the movies, at restaurants, or
with their parents. If these underage kids keep drinking all alcoholic beverages behind
the backs of their mothers and fathers, then they'll die of alcohol poisoning. Now I know
why I never drank any alcoholic beverages, let alone margaritas or wine. Now I also know
why I'd never gone to any of those unsupervised parties, filled with underage drinking.
I'd rather keep a clear mind than having a hungover head after drinking to many drinks.
That's why all parents should get involved in the lives of their would-be teenagers and
talk to them about underage drinking. And if this keeps up and all teenagers keep drinking
alcoholic beverages, including whiskey, then all of their parents will be in for a rude
awakening.
Pseudo Criminal
Spic and span
Washing laundry like dirty guacamole cash
In Miami sand..... buried hidden Latin trash
Hurray for the tango so grand
Pseudo criminals holding poetic book
When everyone knows they are the crooks
The underbelly of wrong upbringings
Margaritas tasting as sour as the opera lady singing
Her pimp smiles with undisguised guile
For after dusk he will do as he must
Pseudo criminals lurking with pseudo lusts
Full of their pseudo charms that are sure to disgust
Criminals and cowards share the same dance
Brave with words and at first danger seeping pants
They have convictions in their crimes
Some have even two
Beware the criminals lurking around you
Brought to you by Sesame Street Poetry
Today’s poem was sponsored by the word “Pseudo” and the number “2”
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
With friends to celebrate singleness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
We played games like charades to show our smarts,
Truth and Dare was just full of silliness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
We drank pink margaritas and played darts,
Home made decorations showed artfulness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
The centerpiece was made of fruit parts,
Hanging the red lanterns took adeptness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
The party goes to the top of all charts,
Conversations were full of absurbness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
Memories made, like the most finest arts,
Being with friends was blissfulness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
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February 14, 2016
Poetry/Villanelle/On Valentines Day
Copyright Protected, ID 756-762-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Your Valentine Day, 2016
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
First Place
I will die intoxicated
by the poison of sweet lies
falling from your cheating lips...
ah...
how well they lie...
when they touch me whispering
and drink me slowly
stirring storms
on my warm and quiet shores, mi amor
nights turn into days
days grow longer and golden
encounters are pampered on exotic beaches
in realms reached only by boat
women with breasts burned by endless summers
wink at you
sipping colorful margaritas
seagulls break the mirrored surface
with hungry beaks and sharp screams
samba rumba bachata merengue
ay ay ay Latin American fiesta
round hips sway under hot hands
corazones salvajes smolder in copper-colored chests
and your lips keep lying to me
etching hot petals on my thighs
awakened from the tropical drowsiness
(hanging from the crescent moon
and baptizing the verse with tequila
a mariachi prays endearingly
Dios mio
give me days to die
and nights to rise again
una y otra vez)
Under the Cancun sun,
on the Yucatan peninsula,
relaxing at the Blue Bay Club,
sipping Margaritas.
Glorius early morning beach,
I set out for a morning run,
soft white sand tingles beneath my feet,
under the cancun sun.
This unsurpassable paradise,
the Caribbean sea of turquoise waves,
I dreamingly feast my eyes,
upon this magical place,
right beneath the Cancun sun.
June is a month of needed vacation for me
Acapulco, Mexico is where I've come to be
Cantina's, tacos, no ice in my margaritas
Karaoke bars and lots of sweet senoritas
Far away from those frigid winters of snow
Relaxing on a beach, then back to work I go
Old Jack knows how to have a lil' bit of fun
See you later. I'm gonna soak up some sun
Tequila! Another margarita-this one frozen
November 27th 2015
Jack Frost Acrostic Contest
Sposor: Shadow Hamilton
Absolut a total blackout
Baileys a trifle sweet with a big kick
Courvoisier won't make you an expert
Drams of spirits to up lift you
Echelon for wining and dining
Fireball wow that was hot
Gin maybe a Sloe to help you sleep
Hpnotic will have you in a trance
Irish Car Bomb most explosive
Jack Daniels a old favourite
Kamikaze is hot so watch out
Lady Godiva drink it but remember to dress
Margaritas make your head spin
Negroni phew this one's hot enough to blow you up
****** only not too many or you will pass out
Panther a real sleek subtle drink
Quarter Deck don't fall off
Royce just don't forget the Rolls
Sake Bomb puts hairs on your chest
Tequila make mine a sunrise
UFO just don't get carried away
Vampire too many you will have nightmares
Wolfram creeps up on you keep a lookout
Xeres Cocktail a treat for goddess's
Yorsh too many you won't get home
Zombie over indulge its walking dead you will be
Flip flops slip off slowly
My barefoot touches the warm sand
Cold waves crash against my body
I feel the hot sun on my legs
Smell of salt water is in the air
The ocean breeze lightly blows through my hair
Seashells sparkle covering the ocean floor
Tiny pepples hiding in the sand shine through
Sand shimmers in the sunlight
Waves crashing gently against the rocks
Suntan oil feels of silk, smells of coconut
flip flops, beach towels, sand castles, suntan oil,
sunglasses, beach balls, body boards, iced tea,
barefoot, straw hats, beach chair, umbrella,
volleyball, ice chest, margaritas, jimmy buffet,
the beach boys, boardwalk, lifeguard
sand, waves, seashells, rocks, sun, ocean,
hermit crabs, abalone shell, sea otters, whales,
dolphins, starfish, shark, sailboats, surfers,
cruise ships, fishing boats, scuba diving, wind
surfing, seagulls, high tide, sunset
Boten des Frühlings / Messengers of Spring / Mensajeros de la primavera
Boten des Frühlings
Margeriten, Löwenzahn
Dicht bei der Straße
Und Hummeln im Freudenflug
Über dem Blütenteppich
Messengers of spring
Marguerites, dandelions
Close to the road
Bumblebees in joyous flight
Over the flower carpet
Mensajeros primaveral
Margaritas, dientes de león
Cerca de la calle
Abejorros en vuelo alegre
Sobre la alfombra de flores
down the aisle with dad
and promised margaritas
last petal unplucked
Not for the contest , but thanks for the inspiration.
Inspred by the love me/love me not flower,and you
We were sitting
In your house by the beach
And you were making us drinks
I think they were strawberry margaritas
I said to you
What kind of man
Drinks strawberry margaritas?
We laughed and laughed
Til we couldn’t laugh anymore
Tears running down our eyes
We shared a night
A perfect night
With some wine and then
We talked til the sun
Came up, and once again
Before I knew it
I had to leave
How can I leave
When all I want to do
Is stay
Here with you
But my man
You’re someone else’s man
And that’s not the kind of man
That I want to want
But I know, I know
That there’s things
In this life
That people can’t help
And darlin’
I can’t help it
I know
That this
Is how it’s supposed to be
And even if the timings wrong
I don’t care
Coz I’ve waited for
Far too long
For someone
Like you to
Make me smile again
The way that you do
Someone like you
There’s always someone
Like you
The one
That someone
That one who got away