Best Swilling Poems

“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous...

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Their was once en olde boozer named Mable,

   Who inn her dotage was sow unstable.

      She was thee...

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Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile.
You know something is wrong and has been for a while.
Surreptitiously working its way into your mind.
Not...

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Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness,...

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Lila had no Mom now to make her Halloween costume
Just her Communion dress, adorned by angel wings she’d made 
A halo of gold chrysanthemums she...

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     What is it about a Wizard's appearance that gives me pause?  I 
     always find...

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Savvy scientists scoff at the soul:
Can't poke it, prod it, pinch it, probe it
  ~ and clearly can't claim to contemplate...

an empirical, egg-headed, experimental
all-enveloping...

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My beer-swilling auntie called Mabel
Could drink most blokes under the table
She sups pint after pint
Almost every night
No wonder her legs are unstable!

06~07~17
...

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THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB

connections and perceptions started in July 2008
a typical day of apathy
where the temptation was to hibernate
relaxing with local newspaper
browsing lazily at leisure
an...

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In Suffolk where the barley grows,
Its said that folks have seven toes, 
And 'round some parts of Sutton Hoo,
They've grown an extra finger too!
They're banjo...

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I remember as a little girl 
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house 
I was sitting reading a story book 
As quiet as a...

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Limerick crochetés: Once North Koreans joined South cousins

Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Agreed to let drop divisive sins
Formed one team ice-hockey
Won bronze not so lucky
Each...

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Artificial Sentience

Another bad idea doing a number on the gist of guilt
Of nothing new, 
the same old talking points voodoo
Of everything left to prove
Of everything...

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  On the beach board
I watch life ... and my
life goes by ... I seek ...
what I don't know ...!

Comes the tired athlete,
training for...

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after swilling as much sicera 
as he could pound down
a middle ages drunk stood over in the
corner
somewhere in the alley behind the
church,
whipped it out, closed...

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After the moist attack
which lasted for several outstretched minutes,
the sun arrives, falling drunk into the street.
 
Every leaf is cupping a table-spoon
of rememberance, clinging to...

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In the jaundiced light of the pock-marked moon,
Nevada nights many strange visions have seen
But few match spring time rapidly rutting rabbits 

Racing and romping in...

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Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could...

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The long summer

 It was a long summer for a Nordic country
Every day we met at a beach with a crate of beer
The four of...

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This not a good day despite sunshine
he feels like a blob without muscle tones
dripping from the wall.
an unspeakable person he has become
to think he always...

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Large sways of constant do
Swilling my mind around by you

Masking port of ships slavery
With loves belief, not very savoury

Body mind and soul in crisis
Butterfly flight,...

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This here tale's 'bout a woman, name of Annie Barron
Like most female folk, she's kind and she's carin'
But the thing about Annie that veers from...

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I don't feel like doing a thing today
Sounds lazy you may say
I don't care what's been said
Not getting out of this bed

My clothes are wrinkled...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission...

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The sea was in a beer swilling mood.
Peroni guggling in frothy blasts.
Swirling, white and foamy, cool gulps hitting the back of my throat found my...

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