Best Martini Poems

It'd been one of the most bizarre days; downright crazy
so I had a martini, maybe four, so things got kinda hazy
I fumbled in my wallet so I could pay my pricey bar tab
Friends thought I had too many, so they put me in a cab

I...

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LooK at mY CAT
And he licKs
I caN't fiX
With a tiP oF my HAT
Or a CrucifiX
  CandlestickS CandlestickS
DaRe I flick at the wicK
With a prettY PrettY stick
Or my finger tiP
  LikE a TricK 
  Oh so QuicK
WithOut TemPuRR OnlY RAGE
  ThaT mY...

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PITCHERS OF MARTINI

A fond getaway
Where the A Major has never sounded better -
    Beethoven’s Seventh, of course 
    with Szell, on reel –
The basement is musty, smoky and bachelor dirty
        hosting two...

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Your secrets are safe with me
I promise to listen with my eyes alone
asking no questions…seeking no reasons
I too have stared into the early morning mist
not always alone…but always lonely

Confessions offered in total silence
trust given…without condition…trust taken
I know that your tears have fallen like rain
memories prevail…ties...

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A Sophisticated Drink 
It stood there on the table a litre bottle of martini stuff
made in a factory in Milan and has nothing to do with
proper wine. The workers are basely underpaid, when 
they ask a rise the get served martini for breakfast-.
Or perhaps I´m...

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Sourtoe Martini

The newest trend in cocktails?
Severed human toes!
It’s the latest thing in the Yukon
Not that everybody knows
But now that the Wall Street Journal
Has given it some class
The Sourtoe martini
Is in every other glass
It started forty years ago
In the Yukon territory
Captain “River Rat” Stevenson
Likes to tell...

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I am the olive in your martini. I am the strings of your bikini .  
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Clinging rhythms from musical styles 
ignites my desire.
Can you dim the red lights? I crave a 
sense of cashmere danger,
It smells of peace and warmth, pleasure and vibrations, placing me in a butterfly zone.
Yet I hesitate to express my feelings on paper. Never want to...

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Shaken, not stirred

Pour into tall angled glass...

Drop in olive orb.

 

(January 18, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved...

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Snow and ice can be very nice
When you're cozy and warm with a friend

Looking out from a nook with a guitar and a book
Of old songs that at one time you penned

You took poetry and put it in key
The words came alive on that day

Now...

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GOTHICISTA 
perceptible
 & transcendental
contra
  distinctive
     votives
neo realistic
fundamentals
 in
  fabulous
detail
of the sophisticated
refined& elegant
panoramas...

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A spy named James Bond, suave and so cool, 
Ordered martinis, breaking each rule. 
He'd fight villains with glee, 
Then say, "Shaken, not... eee!" 
When his gadgets would fail, like a fool.

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"Careful with the ethanol,"
Said a fume of whisper hush.
As a thundered bolt and fire ball,
Engorged the moment with a rush. 

The itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot martini, 
Lit my bokeh mind and eyelids tender soft.
Astigmatism, couldn't see the genie,
Who puffed up in the rush and coughed....

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Men fly The War-Plane of Mutiny
By querying their Destiny
And fly The Very Flag of Mutiny
When Destiny they mock with scrutiny
Vowing to no more drink Martini 
Nor in other coolers harbor any tinny

Just like Britain can’t erase her felony
When Nigeria was her colony
One can’t A World...

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