Best Swill Poems

"Up at dawn, the dewy freshness of the hour, the morning rapture of the birds, the daily miracle of sunrise, set her heart in tune,...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled...

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Ferreting around, in dumpsters of dreams
In the back alleys of my imagination
Through swill, liaisons, and cheap rendezvous
And words misspoke in conversations
Rummaging for one morsel, an...

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Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in...

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles 

apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my...

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Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

Romantic words spilled from his feathered quill
They are but woven threads, tenderly scribed,
an alluring nectar I chose to swill,
symbols of love I...

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It would be fine indeed,
if we could wash out the mind
each morning.

Thoughts get stale,
the mind like an air deprived swamp,
begins to stink,
and the only way
to...

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"The Circe Effect" (Part 1)


Circe, Goddess of magic, nymph, witch, bold enchantress
daughter of Helios, Sun God, her father, can you imagine? ... 
let me paint...

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smoke billowed from her boiling pot
a spell for ages she had sought
a special treat
for kids to eat
some pickled plums so teeth won't rot

but children laughed...

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Susie's pet name was Wanda-zilla
and hailed from jungles near Manila.
Her poetry was swill
so to pay all her bills
she did strip shows for native gorillas.

She went...

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'Twas long before a Shakespeare play was quilled,
the fifth and sixth of deadly sins would prey
then dance with pride as innocence was spilled
upon the pyre...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and...

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Autumn’s  story is full of rustic shades 
that echo  deep from  every vale and hill
of splendor and of  forest colonnades,
as one...

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        I guzzle
      she quaffs
        ...

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Young Bubba loved to tend the still
     For otherwise the drip was swill
        ...

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