Best Swills Poems

In a mire brewed
betwixt puddles of hell and mute dissent 
a martyr wades - 
weighed down by chains of shame and disdain
alas the thirsting self-absorbed swamp
distills and swills her stewed silence 
and swallows the last embers 
from her goblet of dreamer’s fire 

pursed breaths are...

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Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top to shifting shore,
when, soon, bald eagles cease to soar
and build their aeries nevermore,

and fish forsake polluted streams
(where sulfur swims and...

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There's an active young lady who swills
every drop that adventure's cup spills.
If it's filled to the brim,
she will start at the rim
and swim down til she's in to the gills.

Only flirting with danger fulfills
her addiction to trembles and thrills.
Any risk will suffice
if it helps feed...

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Born to different fathers they were never that close
But their mother insisted they keep in touch
They never had much in common apart from the love for their Mum
One was drawn by the magnetism of corporate trappings
The other mesmerised by wailing guitars and thrashing drums
 Hair...

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The lapse takes place in moonlight,
Curtained behind the rain,
Where the raucous chimes of midnight
Mock with their cracked-ice refrain;
The gut-churning whiskey of sorrow
Swills on the palate of fear,
And the cigarette breath of tomorrow
Spills through memorial beer.

Resurrecting the buried and burning
Raised from the shallowest grave,
She never was...

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Long the road that lies ahead

Three mice with a block of cheese and a thick slice of bread
To travel in green pastures and meet lots of animals of which some are friendly and some may eat you for breakfast instead

In yellow hazy sunshine they walked...

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Deep within the wooded thick of a coniferous forest's vascular limbs,
A chorus of loons cry in mosaic croons which echo from where they swim.

They swim in a lake, the sixth of eight; a link in a mountain chain,
Forged by the damming of rivers filled by...

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Jack O' Lantern jeers through 
molten screen
With fiery eyes and a fifth sense 
so keen
Masked goblins saunter in shadows 
unseen
Wily Jack swills jade folds with 
florescent stream
Billowing ghosts in phosphorescent, 
satin mantles teem
Stolid Jack bathes in Hoary Frost's 
velvety Vanilla Bean
Gaunt Scarecrow from barren field...

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The rich 
Are resentful
Of the poor
Feel 
They have to 
Pay more
Taxes 
Then the poor
Hence hide
Their
Money 
Yet still 
Salute their 
Nations 
Flag
And show 
Hunger for wars
It is profitable 
And 
The poor
Can do 
The soldiering 





Mortal Man 

 The water broke
Jubilation
Soon a child be born
The pain
Has gone
The...

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A ‘Chicken’ One Can Milk!

A ‘Chicken’ One Can Milk!
 
Known fact, Hindus believe that no cow should get eaten,
that milk is enough, and their flesh should not sweeten
our tongues (grace a stew)! Let me not steer you wrong! We
more thrive who eat COOKED meat, are...

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Vodka swills my belly with fire
It makes my heart pound
It makes my veins itch

Nasty thoughts swirl round
What kind of woman thinks this?
What kind of girl does this?

Fingers itch for a blade
A rivulet of crimson blood
A sigh of buried shame

As fire swells through my veins
I think...

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Yeah, so 
        I looked in the looking glass, 
not much there to 
        write home about 
except the cardiac veins, 
        they stand...

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Such sweet savor swills upon what’s wild nectar
Surrenders humming bird unto blossom’s honey dew
As do intoxications within a wildflower 
Amid the recent fallen rain of mid-summer’s afternoon

Then why can’t we be as one among nature’s inspiration
And strip away sheer souls to nude
Bathe ourselves in myths...

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Long wanders across hills
Expiring - Three of my steps were one of my Dad's 
Halting will

Refuelling near
Banks brandished fennell freely had 
Revered

Herb young
Stung by green glad 
Tongue

Washed down with water swills
Sweaty bunch became invalid
Flung



29th July 2020
Minichu an Innocent Childhood Memory 
Mohan Chutani...

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I'll write of things lamentable like poor shipwrecked loves,
Tempest-tossed by bestial winds behind unfeeling storms;
Ripped apart by the furious middles of swift-gusting winds,
Voyaging to dream-born shores away from boring homes. 

I'll tell of the Fate-shattered dreams of earth's surest bet.
Painting how those naive shoots untimely...

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