Best Swigging Poems

Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass;  I'll have me the bottle
with a...

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Confetti collecting 
on strawberry blondes
swigging champagne
from the dusk 
till the dawn,
Sleeping in corners
where ever they fall,
like sad
Cinderellas
too long
 at the 
Ball....

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Push and shove
Punch and hit
Throwing a bad violent fit
Never knowing what you did
Because the liquor left it hid
Remembering is hard to do
When it takes control...

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Wild Bill Bailey loved his liquor
far too much for his own good-
Spent his days in smokey taverns
draining far more than he should.

Adeline had long suspected
as...

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Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden. 
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in...

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Well if you insist

I am not the color of my skin or the clothes on my back.  
I am not who or what you...

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Flying on a broomstick, taking the Knight Bus
Arriving on the platform without any fuss
Visiting Warner Brothers for a fan was a must
In the magic and...

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Wendy, Darling
	Was a wretched little wench
	With a flask of whiskey
	Clasped in her fist
	And took to a swigging
	More often
	Than the lost boys ever knew

Wendy, Darling
	Was a...

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Getting rowdy--really loud
Hanging with your country crowd
Having fun with lots of laughter
Nothing seems to really matter
Watching sports and swigging bears
All your troubles disappear
Jukebox playing favorite...

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Blood, divine and sweet,
Swigging on vampiric tastes,
Victims, screams and bleats....

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if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in...

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God over us 
like hard rock covering land mollusks,
shielding them 
from tropic sun
 (like hell raging on Gomorrah)
and velvety ocean breeze 
carrying salt to season...

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Written on January 26, 2020
By Gail DeBole

Drink up daredevils!
It’s not a joke.
The human toe in your drink 
Is not just taking a soak. 

It’s challenged...

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Long ago in Northern England there was a big lake of heavenly nectar. The lake was called 'Love'. One day Layman was going along the...

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Inside fleshy walls, wallowing in youth,
lava coarses corrosive through peeled licorice
onward, fleeing the thundering stone
vacillating at the center of a man slugging
elderberry wine, to become...

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