Best Tippling Poems

April, you fetch flowers of spring to rise; 
Lacing in verdant green and fruit to reap. 
Gardens seed bloom, whist bees and butterflies 
Saunter by tippling passion nectar deep. 
Renew daytime length increase leaden skies 
Whist nighttime length decreasing; fitful sleep.



4/22/2020


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A sprig of flowers danced the dawn
Tip toed merrily across the lawn
The delicate ankle softly trips
As the dew her ethereal sips

Around her feet the birds did sing
From her smile the sun did bring
April showers and tippling rainbows
From her eyes the suggestion grows

Colours burst and blossoms...

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I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and  dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.

red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows.
ripples, sounds a melody...

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Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.

Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O' Doon,
She took a dook oaf the parapet, ended up nearly...

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This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging

teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology

tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity

together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
transsexual therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician

toady treacly...

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I've mused for hours trying to develop something brilli-ant,
And have tossed aside many topics as being irrelev-ant.
The subject of "ants" caught my fancy as being signific-ant,
Tho' 'tis a matter of which I'm somewhat ignor-ant!

I pen this with tongue in cheek and am a bit nonchal-ant,
And...

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Twilight Fades Soon

         Twilight fades soon. Scarlet Sun sinks.
         Thin transparent cloud floats and winks
         soft sweet soothing colorful rays
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Whooshing waves as runs and plays
Sprinkling its part here and there
I lay amid the tippling sound
My legs in water, but thoughts somewhere.

The clouds bathing in sun’s rays
Makes the image of familiar objects
The wind blowing from left to right
Inspiring the leaves to start a new subject.

The...

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Taking Today's Tumblerful Tea Time

This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging

teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology

tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity

together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
transsexual therapist
(Tony the...

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The Lute


This is the time of meanings,
secret codes, suddenly appearing
unexplained. This is a dark time
at the tippling edge of day.
Now I speculate about what I am seeing,
I link it to impossible theories.
.
This is a state we are warned about.
If anyone knew about this,
they would feel...

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tippling but not toppling
bending like a willow in the north win
pushed down by loud shouts of thunder
I ride the crackling lightening
feeling like a wind surfer
knowing I will end up back on top
optimism rules...

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Tippling I’m from the ink-pot by the pen
Fool drunkard on the path of expression
Wandering I’m on the bone of thorax
Going to leprosy feelings of thrall
No smiling, no crying, paralyzed I’m
An obsession invites only to grope
Seemingly got I everything alone
But in light discover me as nothing
Oh!...

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FLAME OF ASCENSION
 

No-one can escape Flame of Ascension 
           a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
       genteel progress on a path

It nightmares numskulls...

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Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.

Magically
he would shave just close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by the light of a yellow moon.

He could dive easy into an engine
to capture a...

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Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.

He would shave close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by moonlight.

He could dive easy into an engine
to hunt out a rattle or a hiss
then twist...

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