Best Swigs Poems

If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down

If I...

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I guzzle
she quaffs
I swill
she swigs

We
drink from the cup
of love
...

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Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious....

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He looks through the curtains as the meal is served

The sweat on his brow and the I.V. drips

Mom wears her apron with a picture of...

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All he is rackety-raggedy walking the streets.
Talking about things that are conflicting.
His mind has been captured by the wrongful deeds of people.
He has been cheated...

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BLIND MAN'S BLUFF

I have a blind partner named Mark
Who loves to chop wood in the dark
He can't see a damn thing
Swigs beer with each swing
My...

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I shall bloom with unrelenting persistence

and murderous resistance,

fighting back with mental pistons,

shattering the framerworks of my current existence.

I find self expression

from the roots of my...

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Last night I heard the banshee,
After a few swigs of whiskey,
And after I heard her scream,
I poured some Bailey's and cream.
Now I cannot hear her...

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8/21/17
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Taking swigs
Continuing to dig
Doing it big

Bada-bing
Crown me I am king
Doing my thing
Toward the fences I swing
My all I bring
Sting like a bee, And knock them...

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Gratitude 




Perpetual fragrance of life sojourns in air,
As golden glitz of sun swigs despair;

Nature endows its riches on us to cherish,
His boundless bounties will never...

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A welter of anxious faces gawks curiously at him,
But by now he is immune to the consternation. 
His effervescent expression glows,
As he swigs down their...

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Candlelight And Caviar

Luxury, wealth and sophistication
describe my exquisite fascination.
Rare to find in the out of doors
rich in passion behind closed doors.
Dress me in silk, cashmere...

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All things good and bad...!


All things come to an end,
good as well as the bad!
Interim period vacillating,
between being happy and sad!

Manifesting - big and small,
leaving...

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Your gashing shadow
on the campus bricks,
pinions me to bow and stick
to an aching fetal pose
pulling more than the sallow
shoes of a newly freed man
 
My...

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"Every day is a page to write a new story". 
And I have rewritten us every day for the last 20 years
We break up…but we...

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Silence

Silence from my 
breathe exhaling smoke
As the bud taps the tray
as the beer swigs the throat 

All this noise
Noise in a dark room;
noise that echo’s...

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Turning over I shut my alarm off while in my bed
forcing myself out of my cocoon I have a feeling of dread
its another Monday morning...

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Snake on My Neck


There's a live Snake
On my neck so awake
What kind of a Snake
Pendant on your neck
Making you a wreak?
A Snake that's mine
I shall...

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Manic waves sunk my boat,
marvel how I could float,
made it to an island,
man there had drinking stand,
mirage I was thinking,
many swigs lemonade,
marooned coconut shade.





4-19-17...

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As darkness covers our piece of the world what goes on that we cannot see,
A milkman delivering his milk for us to get out of...

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lucy found a bottle
on thin ice
she picked up the bottle that was once
on thin ice
she thought it looked cool and took a drink
on thin ice
she...

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Showering sparks, indigo and lemon hued
Sashayed coaxial sambas on orbs that quietly died;
When fell the crush of sable, black as pitted olives,
Palm leaves scraped the...

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By a rotted down shack 
Near an old railroad track,
The trains rattled past and sometimes came back;
There’s a thin plume of smoke
From the old chimney...

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A barber called Sweeney and Mrs Lovett
Both catch human heads inside her bucket
Cooking human head pies 
With blood and eyeball fries
Each bite so tough that...

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On a Sunday evening t'will be
After a sweet sermon from the priest
And my ageing buttocks glued to no wooden chair

Oh my lovely meal on the...

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