Best Quaffs Poems

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        I guzzle
      she quaffs
         I swill
      she swigs

           We
drink...

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"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...

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Joys of Spring 





An onset of early spring,
Benevolence floats in air,
Colours full of romance,
Dancing greens to trance,
Eternal bliss !
Flowers bloom to enchant,
Golden millets of wheat,
Happiness will surely greet,
Iridescent bow in sky,
Jazzy kids jiggle, 
Kites fly up so high,
Lovers craving for meets,
Meddle into the streets,
Natter and...

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'Twas Christmas Eve and cheer abounded in the humble English cottage!
The olde house rang with joy since the children knew with certain knowledge,
That Santa and his reindeer would drop by for a visit later on that night!
Mum was fixing Yorkshire pudding and a goose for...

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This quirk of nature has no definition, formless.
Boundless, yet gravitation it pull us together.  
Ties that bind in chemicals and sensory receptors.
The limbic system, amegdela, primal carnal.
Holding no preconceived notions form whom we shall yield it up to.
Lift up our cup to allow, 
Lips...

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'I'm bored and going crazy,' 
    said the young man to his friend.
'This small town living sucks my soul 
    and grief will be my end.
So something better happen soon
    to break this irksome trend.'

'What can...

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Alphabetical Zen



A bee came dancing, 

energetically flying.

Glides high into July’s kindly landscaped moment.

Navigates over petals,  quaffs rose splendor.

This useful vagabond with x-rated youthful zest.




July 29, 2009...

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A gentle breeze
Resonates me
At heartstrings,
Sets a quiver
Of emotions,
Quaffs all my 
Grief,
Nipping life
Into me,
Retreads my 
Rambunctious self,

A gentle breeze,
A keepsake,
Is dainty 
And compatible,
Jiggles and
Evokes aspirations,
Exhilarates ,
A zephyr !!...

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Dark crown positions an imminent moon,
while the car benign a simple swan tune,
by a male world-renowned steady croon,
quaffs from a sweetheart, abrupt swoon,
as twain souls dissolution, way too soon,
while a solo spirit on, strangely immune,
limits another whose heart is now hewn,
of an unsalted berry to...

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O Grappa, goddess dregs of corpus grapes,
Distillate "digsetivo", whole must press,
Fond draught that spirits my carnal escape
From temperate gods, religions of less. 
Your cruel "corretto" beguiled my hand
That morning to revel’s most fowl besmirch;
To suffer more grapes, you told me your plan
And the monks found...

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The bottles looked sober, waiting till it's over.


In between quaffs and hiccups he mumbled
that he had staggered and fell many times.
That he'd tried to walk society's line,
follow proper paths of places and climes.
But he couldn't help displeasing anyone,
for to him blazing trails are never crimes.

With...

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The bottles, looking sober, mutely wait till it's over.

Between quaffs and hiccups,
     he mumbles that he had staggered
          and fell so many times,

that he had tried zigzagging
     down...

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I've refused to quite believe it
The first thing I'll cast into pit:
A man keeping a grace feline,
Whereas he quaffs a lot of wine;
Better than all of us name signs,
Fine Table Manners as he dines;
In the streets makes no careless call,
Steady strides while The Sober fall.

Keep...

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wishing he were Schwarzenegger,
  he quaffs down his last, cold bitter,
    at nights like this he gets real high
      smashing bottles, making chairs fly;

but, at once, his impulse chills down
  as he sees the huge...

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Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth

A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.  

The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a...

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