Best Rum Poems
By sun-kissed sands on moonlit seas,
The ships are sailing in the breeze,
Around me rum and coconuts,
Calypso music, wooden huts,
My hammock tied between two trees.
Jack Horne for Gail’s contest
shhhh...please don't tell Jan I tattled on her.
Did you hear 'bout Jan's custard a-la-plum
While making it she drank far too much rum
while on her wobbly legs
put mustard in the eggs
It was wretched and tasted like pond scum
Her hubby asked her for a large serving
But the rum made Jan wiggle while swerving
'Twas a messy mishap
She dropped it on his lap
Jan laughed but hubby found it unnerving
He asked why she thought that was so funny
Jan sipped more rum then said, "Sorry, honey"
She sat upon the floor
and drank a few gulps more
then slurred, "It wath a smidgeon too runny"
You see I had lots of respect
NOW you are begging for attention
and a reality check, so try me,
Try me like satan tried jesus,
Your trying to unleash all that steam
but you only sound like a tea kettle,
you claim to be the rock of Gibraltar
but your only a pebble,
didn't your mother tell you not to play with fire,
now I must burn you for pulling this dragons tale ,
no one wants to hear your fairy tale, its very frail,
you can speak and speak until your face is pale
but flattering your self with your words is of no avail.
Keep checking your mail because karma is on it way,
I hope you can eat all that is on your tray, and when you
stuffed with your own hatred ,I hope you get on you knees
and pray, not every thing in life can go your way,
didn't history teach you that
dictating,
manipulating,
belittling,
lack of peace making,
heart breaking,
lack of loyalty,
unjust,
disrespect,
neglect,
self indulgence
hatred
lies
and bias
is not the way,
well I am going to teach you today
Adolf hitler ,
Maximilion,
Malcom x,
Martin luther king,
Rosa parks,
Allen Ginsberg,
Jesus Christ,
the little rock nine,
Mahatma Gandhi,
Fredrick Douglas,
Harriet Tubman,
Rodney King,
Elie Wiesel,
Sean Bell,
DOES any of this ring a BELL,
or your self you continue to smell,
are you still under the devils spell,
how DARE you be unjust,
teaching a child like you is a must.
Your whole approach and appearance is stale,
but HEY
I guess you don't see that
because a donkey can't see its tail.
Her first mistake
while baking cakes
was flavoring one with rum
Her headache pounds
and she found
some crumbs
around her chin
The cake is done
but she wonders now
why all the rum is gone
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3/9/16
Sunrise found the farmers waiting
at the grits mill by the stream.
With the sound of grinding corn,
neighbors worked as a team.
Sharecropping is just a memory...
No more tobacco to be strung~
Cottonpicking is now mechanical.
There is no redneck song to be sung.
I am a redneck and proud of it.
We are a special breed.
Don't get on our 'fighting side'.
We stand up for what we believe.
We buy syrup in a bottle.
The grits mill grinds no more.
Vegetables don't taste the same~
We buy them from a store.
No backache from picking cotton~
Hands aren't bleeding and sore.
The grits mill has crumbled
Times just aren't the same anymore...
*correct spelling-grist
*(Southern Pronunciation = grits)
Sample rum quality, mmmm
Mix eggs, sugar, but-
ter, fruit , nuts self raising flour
sample rum again
pour rum over cake
Watch yerrrrr sshhhtep
Whoa.
Under the wind
of an electric fan
the old balladeer sounds
like a tired man,
blinks his bleary eyes
as fast as he can;
breath reeks of nicotine
and of stale rum,
crooning his song
with a gravelly hum,
the captive audience gossips
and chews gum!
Red Rum was pounding the turf down at Aintree,
Going as fast as any horse can be,
Ginger was there looking on at the side,
And the whole of Liverpool, filled up with pride.
For the third time now, this great horse had won,
The greatest steeplechase under the sun,
At Aintree a Horse is more likely to die,
For the third time Red Rum, the odds did defy.
Around the world the bookies all suffered,
The betting fraternity knew they weren’t buffered,
To lay off a bet when the Horse is a hero,
Is not easy, so most, were left with a zero.
The ordinary punter, who fancied a flutter,
Even, the tramp, who lived life in the gutter,
Joined with the housewife who bet the housekeeping,
On the horse with the heart which always kept beating
Because they all knew Red Rum would win through.
What is more endearing than your love?
life,
haven,
or beauty?
none I have seen!
Your love is my rum,
It turns loath into a goat of arms,
my demons into diamonds,
and my scares into stars
Your love is my rum,
and also a mum to my grace
This makes me feel like a baby rabbit that move around the orbit of love
Your love is my rum,
It makes my sorrow numbly drunk,
and renders death, worthless
Your love is my rum,
It sets me aglow,
and warmly flows twinkles of wealth and health into the nose of my bones
Your love is my rum,
because every wink from you;
sinks my perception and
shocks my blood
this makes me drizzly fidget in love
Your love is my rum,
because I am always drunk in your rare love
and your rare love transforms my sea of hate into a tea of fate
Your love is my rum,
because it turns my nun heart,
into a tomboy, when it notices your mum and yummy presences
I WasSS FAllingGG asleePPP
I fElLLL AsleEpPPP deepPPPp
alooffF anD dEEEEep intoOOO
a dEEEEEep mirrorRrR of sleepPP
I gaZeD DeEEEep intoOO A
MirrOOr anD Had a dReam
I saw mY FriEnd mY
besT friendDD I rememBBer
hE saiIId i'llLLL beEE with uU untilLLL
TThe eNd therE are timesSS
He lUred mEE to the liOnsSS deN
theRRre areEE timesSS he savVVed mEEe
fRom the lioOOns dDenNN is thaT aHHHH
frFFiend I Guesss HE IS MY ENEMY TOO bUUUUut latelYY
HEee ForgetsSSS me bEEsets me uPsetSSs
mEE anDD setSSS meEE in perplexXXed
placesSS he forgetsSS me and lets
me makE MMMMistakes DAT neveR
erasesSSSS
I cleanNN upPP HHHisSS messS
HEE placesSSS blaMMme heEE pointsSS
fingerSSs aTt otHers forRR thHHe
scaresSS onNN hisSSS facCCe aNd forRR thHHe
tasTe OOOOf bloOOOd iN hisSS mouUUth
hE obfuscateSSSSs anD negatesSSSSSS
hisSSS mistakesSSSSSS heEE inflatesSSSSSSS anotheRRS
wiIIIth blamMMe itsSS a shamMMMe
HEEE isSS mMY friendDD soOO I I I WHY I coveRRRr hisSS shamMMMMe aAAgain anD aAAgaiNNNN
HeEEE forgetsSS meEE besetSSSs meEEE UUpsetsSSS
meEEE anD setsSSS meEE inNNN perpleXXxeD
placesSSS heEE forgetSSS mEEE anDDD letSSSs
meEEE maKKke mistakesSSS that neverRR
erasesSS
HeEEE chasSSSed meEEE witH a swWWWord
HeEE trieD toOO chokeEE meEE wIIth aA
bOb wiRRreD corD In mirrorsSS dreamMMM
I screamMMM lord killLLLLL myYYYYY EnemyYYYYY
FroOOm heavenNN God begaAAAAn toOO
shoOOt.
BoOoMmm - heEE shotTT hIim in the leg
BOOOMmm - heEE shoTTt hiIIm in the arm
BOoOMmm --- heEE shotT hiIIm in the guUUt
BOOoMmm - heEE shoTt hiIm in the heaD
MyYY Enemy is deaD
SuddEEnly I appear at
HeavensSS gate uhHHH oOOh
I waAAs myYYY
enemyYY ALLL ALONGGG
RUM DUMB
Your presents will be late this year
But be patient be of good cheer
Old Santa Claus has been delayed
He’s only human I’m afraid
Your presents kids will come o.k?
They’re loaded on his big red sleigh
A victim of a lady’s wiles
He gave in to her fatal smile
But please kids don’t tell Mrs. Claus
This is the reason - it’s because
When down her chimney old Nick come
She bated him with strong hot rum
Drunk on his butt the ancient elf
You see he just was not himself
He didn’t bed the evil minx
But only needed forty winiks
So pillow-down your curly heads
When rooster crows go back to bed
Rum-an-tics, Ro-man-tics
Rum-an-tics, ro-man-tics
So-lu-tion, trans-la-tion,
Drink vodka coolers
Sis would not drink a touch,
She’s not an ignorant fooler
Bless her sweet heart smoother,
Hope she’s around for
Forty more years or more,
She is the best sis in the west
If she could help anyone in duress,
Her magical feelings and heart
Is so invigorating and pure of heart,
There’s no one like her, only wish
I could be so much like her,
But I love my fondest wine coolers
They go down so fine and real super,
My sis is the best in the wild, wild- west.
Written: 6/7/15
Theresa Marie
They thought that I was a damsel in distress
Tied unto their railroad tracks, until I took a bite..
This main course a franchise her vanilla cream skies ?
Tipping a martini two cherries virgin hues; the grateful dead.
a vessel of earth and sky
proclaiming to possess
light and deepest depth
clad in the satisfaction
nearest to the wind
but then
dawning cloud like vestments
to walk safely in the seething mass
though by inclination none were needed
but to placate the malevolent
the sibling gods make a place to rest in gut
then rushing in discourse
insert long and narrow tendrils through the blood
before setting fire to the brain
as Asuras sing in praise
rum is sacrament
Inspired by rum and the language of the Rig Veda concerning the Soma ritual.
See Rig 10:136
The Rum Runners
Dry was the USA a hundred years ago.
Prohibition just begun, and spirits running low.
Then, to the rescue, fishermen, fresh from the Georges Bank,
Weighed down their boats with “demon rum” instead of fishing tanks.
For Woodrow Wilson listened to religious devotees,
Who thought that Prohibition would clean up society.
But crime increased and organized. Racketeers like Al Capone
And “Lucky” Luciano brought “bathtub gin” back home.
They filled their secret “juice joints” with lines of dancing girls,
And men would come from near and far to study every twirl.
Meanwhile, in New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia too,
“Ghosts in the night” transported all kinds of homemade brew.
Smuggling “booze” was dangerous. “Bootleggers” risked their lives
To set “suds” on a table in dark and dingy dives.
If not hijacking hoodlums, or U.S. Coast Guard boats,
RCMP were on the prowl for anything afloat.
But skippers knew the coastline, every single section.
They’d disappear in coves and bays to avoid detection.
Sometimes they’d be forced to hide their load in shoreline caves,
An ally’s barn or cellar, or cemetery grave.
They had to make a living when Atlantic cod were few.
They had a wife and children. They needed revenue.
They knew that they’d end up in jail if ever they were caught.
They’d lose their boat and family, or maybe even shot.
Peddling outlawed liquor held no special guarantee,
But every bit as dangerous, twas harvesting the sea.
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