Best Sips Poems

I lay to waste 
The sweetest lips
And drink to taste
The bitter sips

I close my eyes
To the beautiful face
And dream the lies
Away without a trace

I chose to stray
From the heart I hold
And put it away
Like the clothes we fold

I live with pain
From what I’ve done
And grasp...

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rock to rock
       small sips

                  red winged blackbird takes

leaning towards the sun, 
Iris protects....

seed to seed
      small...

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Two old friends gather
thousands of stories to tell
in between the laughter....

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Colorful Feathers,
Delicious nectar is found
Wings rejoice the day...

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pitter
patter
goes the
rain
upon
the roofs
upon the
streets
upon the
heads
of us all
walking
in the
west
to our
nearest 
grocery 
store or
convenient 
store
with our
common
human
thirst
coming 
from the
daily 
grind, yet
our own
exertion
here is 
absolutely
nothing 
like that of
the people
in the lands
far far away,
whose 
resources we
have become
experts
at squeezing
every last drop
into our cars
into our products
into our lives
& now back into
our 
bodies
as...

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Ol' Jack Cody was a hard drinkin' cuss
He loved red wine and the whiskey that sips
Met a young lady who made a big fuss
An' gave it all up for a taste of her lips

He stopped his gamblin' and runnin' around
Cleaned up well and started drinkin'...

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A vintage wine’s a precious gift! We see how much remains,
can tease the tongue and ration it (and plumb life’s glass’s curves),
fermented taste that knows no bounds (like one who’s drunk on life)
where naked feet that brave sea’s edge would dance like Fred Astaire).

Yet, human...

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I was wracked with anxiousness-
The same overwhelming sensation that attacks your body and mind
When you bring your lips in contact with the sticky rim of a cup 
Funneling out spirals of hot content warning signs
You try to cool down the situation staring you straight in...

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Best bitters; black bar beer,
Brewed brown but ~
bottled blue.

Drunk dirty; delays drag,
During dark ~
dreadful days.

Though taken through tough times,
Thoughts turn to ~
tingling taste.

Confusing consciousness,
Clear conscience ~
clouded case.

Still sip slow, sounds so sane,
Same songs sung ~
safety strong.

Brains behave beautifully
Breeding bright ~
better behaviors....

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Death of Cheer

The world of self-indulgence robbed her day. 
She drank some sips of cheer along the way.
Some fellows came with smiles; and I must say.
They need not bother; She has passed away.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    January 26, 2010

Poetic form: Elegy...

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The sun rose early today.
Chilly air makes me miss her.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee along the Herrengasse brings me to rise.
My head aches from last night’s wine.
The street is quiet like autumn.
A sharp breeze makes me think of loneliness.
A horse-drawn carriage echoes as an...

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Ringhiare verses Knurren, he smoked a Gurka Royal Courtesan, singing "Snorfin Lowgalling" and Lettmi Love You". Two sips of the Sidting Droft ( sherry and white grape juice mix), he began asking things in his native tougne. I couldn't understand him. He was a harvester...

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passion sips
tasting
my
lips
all thoughts
chase ing fingertips
tracing delicate flesh drips
mind beyond this next touch
embrace this moment never given up
clouds swirl through our dreaming days
moonbeams twirl into our love haze
shadows dance onto our stage
watching as our sweet love
is
made
time drips
passion sips
?...

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O’ yon lady colorful you are
Still thy head ever-so tilts towards the right
As you hold the book opened end…
You read the passages of yarns
Mysteries and love loons
While also you’re pour sugar into your hot-tea
How colorful you are
Beautiful eyes reading those words embedded in the book...

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