Best Scotch Poems
The hillsides are covered
with miles of Scotch Broom.
Pretty to see
but an allergy doom.
This transplanted weed
should not be here.
It causes allergy symptoms
most of which are severe.
Some one once decided
Broom belonged in the garden.
That person's now reviled
and should be begging our pardon.
Early Spring the citizens
with their spades go out
trying to eradicate all
Scotch Broom that's about.
But it grows and grows
and will not die.
Bad for the allergies
though pretty to the eye.
Beneath my window
is quite a display.
My sinus reaction
is the same as to hay.
I sneeze and I sneeze,
my eyes water and burn.
Lovely as it is,
I'd rather have a fern.
Oh yellow and bright
Scotch Broom you are
the most annoying plant,
and that is by far.
Go away, go away
back to your isle.
It's allergy season
and my sinuses you rile.
This ode to the Broom
is sincere and real.
Please cease and desist,
that is my appeal
~Clouds~
(Hop-Scotch)
Clouds are nice and take many shapes
If you don't believe take a look
They travel fast and can reshape
Clouds I see like a picture book
Sometimes see angels or an ape
Observe in sky they can't escape
They're great to watch from site or nook
Clouds fantastic God's creation
Benefit man are here to stay
They're like marshmallows in motion
Moving fast or slow in clear day
They look so soft and bring emotion
Clouds bring rain can cause commotion
But they're fun to watch any way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.13.2016
From behind the bar I recall what led me here.
Not to see people fight over spots on a board.
But to bring them togather as friends.
Not drive them apart as enimies.
To see the glass stay full.
And the spirts to bring cheer.
Jokes hold truth.
As the jester I know pain.
Smells of perfume and smoke beautiful eye's
and that invisable desire.
We dance in hope of capturing life.
To embrace in darkness.
The page can never capture the passion
of two lovers spark.
From behind the bar I see life
for more than what others belive it is.
Jokes comfort as the flirt kisses the ego.
Napkins written with numbers passed encounters
promised.
Some never to know the light of day.
Hungover friends gather whiskey laced
plessures with a tinge of regret.
But life is one play my friends that no
single act shall we froget.
The drink sit's neat apon the bar.
You can see blindley for years.
And never know who people truley are.
Drinks as people dont last long.
They gleam the same under neon light.
So friends always mix them strong.
~Clouds~
(Hop-Scotch)
Clouds are nice and take many shapes
If you don't believe take a look
They travel fast and can reshape
Clouds I see like a picture book
Sometimes see angels or an ape
Observe in sky they can't escape
They're great to watch from site or nook
Clouds fantastic God's creation
Benefit man are here to stay
They're like marshmallows in motion
Moving fast or slow in clear day
They look so soft and bring emotion
Clouds bring rain can cause commotion
But they're fun to watch any way.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
October.29.2015
Short Snort of Scotch
We will be going on trip week from tomorrow
And a bright idea I recently tried to borrow
Must be careful making sure I don't botch
By forgetting to bring along a bottle of Scotch.
Finally the ship so sleekly away had sailed
Everyone had to pass test after they exhaled
To see if any Scotch on their breath had been
And later would they want to drink more again.
Top of ship deck was marked for hop-scotching
Which is where we would always enjoy watching
After too much Scotch all over were jumping
With much anxiety their hearts were pumping.
After hopping and hoping were over and done
Each hopper and drinker became the only one
Who ended up without any secrets to hid
Now are members of crew and there they abide.
Ship hasn't sailed since in straight line anymore
Soon as it finally could near complacent shore
Had one more Scotch which was a short snort
And looks like they landed in the wrong port.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
They'll be no hop scotch with a broken crotch.
No gyrating like Elvis with a fractured pelvis..
Don't plan on doing the hoot Chie cootch.
Better settle for a smooch.
No leisurely long car rides, not until the pain subsides..
If you are planning to stand, better keep pains meds. at hand.
Just want to sit a bit? It's painful until the bones knit..
Our pelvis supports our bodies weight, if fractured one
must rest and wait.
Two legs are less efficient then four, if there's life after life,
I will need two more..
How many brands of scotch whiskey do you know?
It seems its popularity continues to grow.
Scotch has garnered worldwide support.
It has become a big British export.
Distilled from fermented barley malt,
this is something connoisseurs exalt.
Scotch has a unique smoky flavor.
This quality makes it a beverage to savor.
Scotch is not a drink produced in haste.
Aging for many years gives it a smooth taste.
It can be mixed or enjoyed straight.
Any way you consume it, it is considered great.
after drinking scotch
what we did do was to watch
plan they had would botch
up efforts will boost
while we watched a chicken roost
that they always must
we would like to wish
always again and again
free us from our sin
fight with an ally
worst was fighting without them
would prefer the first
wonder which is worse
living a life of leisure
struggle until death
putin ounce by ounce
bad news and on will pounce
also try to trounce
they played a tom tom
had a lot of RAM and ROM
sounding like blasting bomb
did learn how to drive
were certain we would survive
then remain alive
never gave a hoot
we prefer to prosecute
finding all the loot
we had heard a bird
knew was totally absurd
liked her coffee stirred
You just sit there without saying anything, with that amaizing body. Im attracted without you even having to say a word. Your body language is calling, pulling me close. So I get close. I get a taste, then suddenly I want you more. When i'm with you, all my wories go out the door. When im with you, i kiss all my troubles goodbye. You make me feel like..................... When I woke up in the morning the troubles i had kissed goodbye came back and kissed me goodmorning. The problems that went out the door came back knocking and they brought their friends. So i go back to you and take another sip, the troubles and problems go away then they come back rushing in the morning. I guess I have to keep you by myside so that my problems can keep of. Now im addicted to you, and I love it. Its because of you that i lost my job, its because of you that my girlfriend left, its because of you that my family despces me but its in your arms where I find comfort. You keep ruining my life yet i cant let you go, you've got me under a spell and im madly in love with you. I was rescently diagonised with liver cirrhosis and the doctor said that its all your fault. He told me to leave you but I love you too much to dump you. You are about to kill me but i still hold on to you. This here is true love. You my bottle of scotch are my one true love, till death do us part.
Oh !
The swirl o the kilt !
The Maid
There was an old maid of Pitlochary whose morals were truly a mockery
For under her bed she'd a fellow instead of the usual porcelain crockery !
to the haunt o the pipe !
The Lady
Each time Lady Sutherland swooned
Her bosoms popped out like balloons
But her butler stands by with a gleam in his eye and lifts them back in with warm spoons !
somehow having a child
in a city kept you desperate,
made you accept drinking
as a way of life.
the chain smoking
the waitress job
that gin mill
the office job.
belonging is another
form of punishment.
beaten by men
by odds,
you never loved yourself enough.
the rest was hot coffee
on a cold night,with the kind of love
that puts muzzles on dogs.
empty stomach
eyes bagged from lunch
lingering taste
of the hangover hunch
cotton chew
of minced inner cheek
dead cigarette cloak
stains of the meek
dreams of a bedside fountain
flow through
the dry mouth dream
hopes for buildup to swallow
to flush the liquid unclean
ache of head
drool glued to the bed
a familiar vortex
spins out of control
sudden slip
of equilibrium
force dishonest tears to roll
She poured another glass of scotch
And gulped it down in one;
She knew the answer wasn’t booze -
But dying wasn’t fun.
For Paula’s sip contest
"HOPSCOTCH WITH SOME SCOTCH"
there are times
when I wonder about
everything that has
happened, everything that has
put me inside
my current location in
life. when they
gave me air only
to drown me,
when the claws ripped
my life apart,
when the dirt was
thrown over my
casket with the lid
open, everything seemed
like it was fruitless.
here I sit
with these words. Here,
I sit with
the most glorious of
thoughts: I’m still
here, I’m still Chicano
Eddie and that
ain’t bad.
By: Chicano Eddie
8152017
what we all would watch
him drinking bottle of Scotch
for each drink carved notch
became rescission
when we made a decision
to watch television
grass seeds we had thrown
causing the grass to be grown
grew around each stone
the affair did stun
and life had been over and done
was shot with a gun