Best On The Rocks Poems
Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass; I'll have me the bottle
with a big bowl of ice this baby I'll throttle
The whiskey's gone, now a brandy'd be fine
my inside's on fire, there's a hoop up my spine
swigging from the bot comes at a price
I'll temper the fire with whole blocks of ice
The flames have been doused; rum, if you please?
my head's in a clamp; ice will loosen the squeeze
now, be a sport and pile on the ice
two bowls or more I think should suffice
Three bottlesh down, all on the rocksh
my tootshiesh are shtarting to curl in my shocksh
my shmile is chemented, my lipsh glued together
my fashe the feel and texture of leather
Twishe left, thrishe right my head ish shwinging
short, long, short, long my earsh are zinging
either I'm crosh-eyed or my brainsh have been fried
elsh why are my legsh by three multiplied?
I'm freefalling on shixh feet firmly earthed
alternating twixht lower and then upper berth
vocal chordsh tangled, shizhably crimped
I'm walking with a lishp and talking with a limp
I'm teetering-tottering or tettering-tortering
I've no clue which ish which and given up wondering
the world ish a blur; I musht be plarshtered
the liquor went down well; ishe warsh the barshtard
On all foursh – nay, twelve, I reach the bed
now I'm pondering and shcratching my head:
am I waking up or about to retire?
I shimply topple over, my whole being on fire
In the Land of Nod I'm harnessed by tether
in comely dreams of cowboys and leather
when plagued by a swishy feel in my bladder
swelling as fast as a pregnant puffadder
Abruptly awakened when a stream emanated
unable to move, still intoxicated
stuck to my bed and severely drenched
nausea ensued in the encompassing stench
How my stomach reacted I'd best not relate
suffice to say it was a full freight
soiled and hung-over, a word of advice:
liquor's fantastic but steer clear of ice
By Carolyn Devonshire
casting my line from a rock jetty
sad, high-pitch cry I hear
glance around, see no one
cast again but the cry echoes
as if reverberating in the rocks
fishing pole I lay down
now searching every crevice
suddenly a wee feline springs forth
mewing alone atop the stone
from where she emerged, I look down
a litter of six cradled by their mama
so thin the mother cat appears
no food nearby and tears fill my eyes
return to my cooler, retrieving three trout
place them in the cranny
mama cat meows softly
no thanks were needed
feeding frenzy begins for the kittens
mama cat remains still, but purrs
providing nourishment for her clan
more important than feeding herself
wish the brotherhood of man could learn from mama cat
cries of hunger go unheard
*Entry for Michael’s “Sounds of a Cry” contest
Based on a true experience
what candle pressed against the wind
a winding trail unfolds
down the cliffside
into the storm
where a treasure lies to behold
a thousand jagged teeth
Peirce the roiling spew
a promise of paradise
the desperate never knew
and down the cliff should you falter
lose your balance and fall
in hopes of happy ever after
soon never after all
"On the rocks?", the bartender called,
As I asked for a double Scotch,
To revive my spirits keel-hauled.
By my sleepy shift on night-watch.
On the rocks the liquid gold poured
Making the cold hard ice cubes clink.
Drowner of sorrows, now on board,
Dismay was dragged back from the brink.
On the rocks the ship did flounder
With no stormy tempest in sight,
With watch asleep, the rocks found her,
Not at night, but in broad daylight.
On the rocks now, the storms will rage,
Mercilessly blasting their might,
Building seas, to roaring rampage,
Defying quaffs to set things right.
On the rocks, becalmed distraction
Leaves sails flapping, wanting a breeze
Postponing the need for action,
To get relief and be at ease.
On the rocks, cold as cubes of ice,
Enticing Scotch will not suffice.
Written large & form erroding
Shore & folly show.'
Blending light & water almost solid.
© Joe Maverick 5-12-2010
for SKATS sandcastle haiku contest
On these very granite rocks
we once sat and joyfully talked
and somewhere amid the churning
river and your hypnotizing words
I fell in love. Fallen like
the tumbling waters beside me,
in my ears, mimicking
the rhythm of my heart. Here
sits the one man in the world
who adores you even as you
step on his throat to silence
him…my love. No! Don’t let
the sadness in, fortify the walls
with more rocks…too many holes.
You are stronger with the courage
of hope and second chances in time.
It is this faith alone that allows
me to let you go; the butterfly is
free.
You baby are the first and last warm thought
on my mind, each and every single day
I want to lie beside you, nuzzle up
real close falling asleep listening
to your gentle heartbeats drum, slowly strum
Rolling doors open, to a princess gem
rare clear cut, one of the finest beauties
Sweet crowning regal, in the heart blossoms
flowering feelings explode, they now start
shining much brighter, in your petals touch
My sunshine satin warm fingers touching
emotions confetti sprinkle ruby
inside fires up, in light of every single one
Silent whispering living echo in a breeze
floating on wings of love, you're the heart and soul gem
Thinking deeply treasure of the deepest ocean
you rock the waves rising then crashing at your feet
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About this poem:
10 syllable by 10 syllable one in a hundred
then 10 syllable rising to twelve midnight dreams
Cold, splashing river,
meanders aimlessly on -
Freedom on the rocks
Love on the rocks
I’ve fallen in love with a mermaid
She captured my heart with her song
She was singing her scales
And upsetting the whales
As she knitted a seashell sarong
Well I smiled at her, very politely
And she put down her knitting, and looked
She bade me come here
There was no sign of fear
And from that moment on I was hooked
So we sat and we chatted for hours
We talked about that and of this
Then after a while
She gave me a smile
And she bent down and gave me a kiss
I’ve got to admit I was smitten
It was love, at first sight there’s no doubt
Laying there on the sand
With her hand in my hand
I decided that I’d ask her out
She couldn’t walk far on her flipper
So we picnicked alone on the coast
We ate crab meat and cod
And although it was odd
The pudding was seaweed on toast
We’d sit on the rocks on the seashore
She would dangle her tail in the pool
Then one dark starry night
There was something not right
For our passion had started to cool
Now sadly our love affair’s over
You may say I am strange if you wish
But when push comes to shove
What scuppered our love
Was the constant aroma of fish
ON THE ROCKS
Moments spent as one
Will forever be nostalgia
In my heart that feels so crumbled
Longing to be in utopia
Was it a kismet that we met
Fate gave you to me
Odds made you so close to me
But Trammel took you away from me
Then You're finally gone
There's nothing we can do
Are the words that stabs my heart
Heart still weeping in deep woe
Whence this gonna cease
This ardor that I seized
I demand to find an ease
Or I shall cease to exist
@Copyright MELINE NGO SEPTEMBER 15, 2015
Some ships founder on the rocks.
Such sad things come to pass.
Relationships! They founder too,
if not upon a rocky shore,
then in a whiskey glass.
They say that nothing is free amid this world
Most definitely, depending upon who as whom....
High crime scratch their eyes spinning broken vinyl
Time your daddy was lying to you hitch because there's
No truth betwixt his parched crumbling destitute lips tilting
Tides this crown of mine castles atop the sand another hail mary
Goal line stand goodbye crackling road your candle burned out long before
Bay's seaweed paresis door, ever will ? Quicksand note Joey's got a boat white sharks.
Form:
Collecting sandstones
To refill love thrown
Rocks pile---nights alone.
Just Ten Words Contest
Submited by Ashley Conte
dated 8 April 2014
A woman stood on the rocks, looking out into the sea.
A beautiful sight to see. from the top of the rocks,
she could see farther into the sea.
Ten years had passed, since her love went away. He
never came back. She was not too young anymore,
but not too old either. She never got married, she had
promised herself that she would wait for her man.
The day was beautiful, the sky was so blue, in her mind
she was thinking, how nice it would be, if I could reunite
my darling with you. very far away, she saw a ship coming.
She waited until it docked in the port, than she ran as fast
as she could. There was a lot of commotion when she got
there.They told her that some men had been rescued
from an Island.
Her heart started to palpitate as she saw them come out.
She then saw the man she had loved - was one of them.
He did not looked the same anymore, but then neither
did she.
She looked at him, he looked at her, as they ran towards
eachother. The love they felt was seen by everyone. It had
not changed. They hugged eachother. He than asked her - I
hope you still want to marry me?
She said yes. A big wedding followed, with family and friends.
It was held by the rocks, close to the sea. Thei story would
be told for years to come - how their love survived storms
and all...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Hope you like this story/poem
Love On The Rocks
We can dream about the warm togetherness
Through the snow and wild chill outside
We have come this far not to turn back now
There is no use looking back at the plough
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning blow
There are some sentiments I want you to know
The blackened edge of the diamond that I got you
Was now tarnished from the harmful elements
Let's look above to the heavenly love
Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows colder
Love on the rocks although it was once alive
We have erected portals to honor the dead
What is going on inside our fragile head
The time for comfort is now draw up the bath water
Put on some soft music and make the magic happen
As I look deep within your eyes I can see a future
A future with hope and promise of a much better tommorrow
Shades of grey have illuminated into a light green
Love on the rocks coming through the same old scene