Best Rums Poems
Daybreak slipping through these champagne curtains
Red silk; twined aneath crimsons sheets; awakening....
This afterglows mornings dew; her wet moist kisses
Soft sunrise and whom can deny such love; about her
Kittens den; purrr; feed me this need of your heavenly
Breed; cranberry breast amid sweet sublime; suckling
Her thirsting poetics child; a virgins verse as capturing
Venus aside strokes swirling atop sanguines canvas....
Splashed in maroons colours of a daybreak; pink silk
Aneath sheets slipping through tomorrows champagne
Curtains parting their purrring; brushing this her beauty
Within a moist dews afterglow; intoxicatings sweet, wet
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...."Red Rums Kiss * 'Strawberries And Cream'" ~
(Please read The Park -- Part One first ...
This is a continuation from Part One, due to space limitations)
Yes, kids at play are bold and wise
with flashing smiles and knowing eyes.
Children tire easily of grown-up prattle;
thoughts turn to cakes, to toys that rattle.
They think that Belles and Bills tell lies.
Tme is a birthday gift or a new surprise:
games to play; a windy day for a kite one flies;
coins that shine; toys that squeak;
a trip to the zoo at the end of the week.
Belles and Bills persist in their story.
Some even mention forgotten glory.
Children go home to eat, to sleep,
as Belles and Bills their vigils keep
then wearily drift back to flats
to listen to the rustling rats,
to sip their beers or gins or rums --
to wait until the morning comes.
They stand and stretch, look all around,
surveying the world to which they're bound.
Then they shuffle away with airs of sadness
at being always on the verge of madness.
They'll see once more the sun's first ray,
the birth in the park of another day.
Eyes are glazed and minds are dazed;
the atmosphere grows dim and hazed.
An eerie echo of an unheard bark
reverberates throughout the park
amid falling leaves and a darkening sky
and the nightly proof of the chilren's lie.
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun
mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon
And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and their heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind
G oing to the store the other day
O n a bright morning I listened as
D rums pounded a slow cadence by a military escort.
B efore I knew, I was watching the cortege,
L eaving behind a dumbfounded crowd.
E verything I had ever known of war was
S ummed up in this parade for
S omeone unknown to me.
T ears misted in the air as he passed,
H eavy footsteps of the soldier's parade...
E verything precise for this farewell.
U nder a bright sun and blue sky
S olemnly they took him to his final rest.
A merica, the country he lovingly died to protect.
The fiddler arrived
with a wry froggy grin,
and the party was born
in the dance of the bow
'cross the taut and the tuned
through the shivers of time.
The lilly pads waltzed
and the cattails all swayed
in a dream where the revelers
hopped the morning away,
while croaking the words
to their favorite song ~~
The bulls croaked their "jug o' rums",
and the tree frogs their "ribbits"
in chirruping glee until night
became dawn...
Battling straight from the gate again today; flesh as
Spirit neck and neck down time's back stretch ? Historia's
Derby goo goo girls google boys; holding their collective breath
While His child flys with golden wings transcending to grasp the sky....
Beelzebube's banshees clinging tight joculars night red rums plight the price ?
Baby digging in taking all their sin; hitting stride on a midnight ride shifting gears
To gather these tears ? Pulling away towards Love's, Holy Day tongues wagging big birds lagging.
We knaves had orders both explicit and dumb:
Scare the blazes out of a management bum.
Thunderstorm weather rocked wide Prince William Sound,
Feisty gales pouring rain all around.
My partner and I took our overseer
In a tiny smoker craft quite rough to steer.
Motoring south, mighty gusts drove us to shore
We staved off sandstone rocks with long wooden oars.
Back to the channel against gusts we did plow.
Our passenger sat white-knuckled in the bow.
We rounded the curve of our wind whipped north shore
To enter Danger Island Strait's tidal bore.
Roller coaster billows rose twenty feet high
Then dropped into wallows roofed only by sky
At bottom our boat swirled among kelp and rocks
Our passenger appeared as a stunned ox.
Through the passage stood our island’s south cliff face
Pacific waves raged, clawing cliffs to deface.
Our passenger’s eyes set to leap into space,
My partner asked about a smooth landing place.
Sad faced I said, “High tide is still hours away
No place for our boat above the surf today.”
Our passengers’ face seemed as if borax bleached
Praying our tiny craft was soon to be beached.
We rocked and rolled daring Danger Island’s sway
Then motored up our channel, heading camp’s way
We fought the frenzied wind and staved off the rocks
Our management friend quietly clutched his socks.
Nodding, we grinned sideways as if to gloat
As we bailed our boat simply to stay afloat.
But when ornery orcas bumped our frail boat
One gave us the eye; we croaked cries from tight throats.
Our urban client raced to the cook tent door.
While we pulled our craft above the tidal bore.
When we got to the tent for our rum and tea
Our client had downed high proof rums one, two, three.
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"Wye knot?" Kay tasks.
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"Due ewe no how-do cooks take?" Pea tour vent sures.
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"Tube add...Sew buy, sea ya," man a jests Pea tour.
"Add you," off hers Kate.
'Fee Knee Seam Oh'
The hapless fruit cake has endured egregious loathin' o'er the years!
Bein' on the receivin' end of such a delicacy is some folks' greatest fears!
Shucks! I received many a one while in the service to share with my chums,
(Who savored booze in any form, especially those cakes soaked in rums!)
History reveals that fruit cakes were consumed by Roman Legionnaries,
To sustain them in their numerous conflicts with ferocious adversaries!
Fruit cake with nuts and fruits (Lord only knows what else) I won't condemn!
I'm just one of many discriminatin' fellers who happens to like 'em!
My Experimentation Days!
My experimentation days began while I was serving the United States Navy
I had begun drinking at age twenty-one
and had tried and experimented by tasted over two hundred all together brands of different beers, whiskeys, rums, sakis
vodka, wines, asaki, and other alcoholic beverages
in doing so I justified it to figure what I considered be a good and bad alcoholic beverage
I smoked marijuana and eat psilocybin mushrooms for the first time in the Navy, shortly before I got out and didn't get caught on my drug test either
once I was in college I began experimenting with more different alcoholic beverages
eventually experimenting with lots more marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, Molly, adrela, hashish, flavored tobacco, and cigarettes
Smoked cigarettes for two weeks to see if I enjoyed or if they actually gave me an adrenaline rush like the others had and it actually gave me four canker sores, four fever blisters all at the same time
stopped smoking cigarettes every since I realized that I am allergic to them
each drug became my escapade just like aforementioned about my binging drinking
I actually enjoyed doing them
however, I eventually burnt out on all of them except for alcohol of course and quit doing all of the other drugs because they weren't giving me the same high that they had the first time that I tried them
I quit them all cold turkey and never had withdraws from any of them
after nine years of binge drinking and three years of other drug usage I quit drinking as well
I have been clean and sober for five years and it has definitely help me with so much in my life!
my feet have been washed with your dirty hands,
all your golden chariots have been crushed in foreign lands,
the prince and the pauper were at one time the same,
is deception your road to glory and to fame,
no it is merely the path to your downfall,
made change for a dollar but it's done too late to call
// once you were the light of my soul,
but in your presence no longer does it glow,
for I have seen truly by my own sight,
and your love for another I will not fight,//
hold me close and whisper in my ear,
I promise you I cannot hear,
blasting my way out of this bind,
it's clear you're not the faithful kind,
got a thrill to chase,
and your just a little out of place,
running uphill to get down,
and still the treasure cannot be found
eventually the well rums dry,
answers run out no reason why,
I have served your sentence,
for you there is no repentance,
out to sea I let the current carry me,
as long as you remain on ashore I am free
It all started with a rusty old fridge out the back
Full of JD, Jim beam and beer, it was packed
His mates would come over and stand in the yard
Filling the recycle bin, just wasn't hard
Until dad got the idea to get 44 gallon drums
For all the cans and bottles after a few rums
"We will take the cans and make a couple of bucks
At the scrap yard down the road that has all the trucks"
The weekends at our place were a lot of fun
When the drums were full, then the dollars begun
Every cent was saved in a jar next to his bed
It was for the bar dad had designed in his head
It only took a couple of months to buy all the wood
His mates all chipped in and did what they could
The next weekend they had a working bee to think
One of the guys even gave dad a second-hand sink
Before we knew it dad had finished his great bar
And all of his mates say "Its the best by far"
Dad still has all of the 44 gallon drums
And he still gets ideas after he's had a few rums
So Fridays all the JD, Jim beam and beer he stacks
And laughs when he looks at the rusty old fridge out the back
Three questions should be illegal to ask,
First, Have you found love?
Second, Have you found Marriage,
Third, Do you have a baby in the baby carriage
They all say “we just want you to be happy baby doll”
This is why so many drink alcohol.
Useful responses to make questioning end,
First, I found my best friend,
Second, Have you been divorced before?
Third, Was it the pills you skipped?,
Or the amount of Martinis or Malibu Rums made your little Theodore
I try to make good decisions, don't be mad,
I don't frown on your bad decisions,
Cant help you dressed scantly clad,
I'm not god, I try not to judge,
Depending on the source,
It can be like eating fudge,
Others drama from bad choices,
I can hear heavenly voices,
“This is why you wait!
Your life, your decisions,
there's no room for debate”.
Red, White and Pink
Common roses are given to them
Couples are on a bliss
Celebrating the special day…
Mumbling those who didn’t receive
Love notes crumpled for the broken hearted
Whisky, rums and all sorts are for them
Caring the pain of the uncommon day…
The restaurants are fully booked
Parking lots, movie houses are occupied too
Even pens are expensive for notes to write
What a Valentine's day, I am on a ride!
I love you my dear
However, there is some fear
Of your tortuous rejection
And empty distraction
Your ex is stupid
Come back to me
And sleep in my arms
I miss your beauty
You're just such a cutie
I miss your mouth and your soft kiss
I love your mind and your lovely person
You mean the world to me
I miss you like Christ would miss the Sea of Gallilee
Your eyes are so bright
Your nose so tight
Your legs so light
I love everything about you
Especially at night
You are funny and witty
I miss sleeping with you and the kitty
Your kiss is sweeter than a snickers
Your hug is warmer than your knickers
The way that you talk
Is even more sexy than how you walk
My home is empty without you
I hope yours feels empty too
I love your hairy toes
Even more beautiful than an ancient rose
You smell so good
Oh what I wish that I could...
Kiss your lips, oh what grace
I think I'm becoming a head case
I love you more than life becomes
I love you more than all of my chums
And even more than a round of rums
My booze may have driven you away
And I miss you more and more every day
But more than anything, I love you more than even God's way