Best Toast Poems
*Drunken Master *
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sweet lavender lips
I heard it through the grapevine
transform from sweet grapes
sweet lavender lips
I heard it through the grapevine
libation of wine
sweet lavender lips
I heard it through the grapevine
intoxicating -----X----- beverage
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by;pd
4th place
CHEERS!!!
'Twas the twilight of the year
a twinkling tiara.
December 31st, digits dancing dunes
in the Sahara.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
it's a prance.
A numerical Irish step dance
given a whimsical chance.
In the calendar's corners,
a magical mystery unfurls.
As the date spins and swirls
like a jester's jingling twirls.
One, two, three, one, two, three,
in a line.
A date so divine,
it deserves its own shrine
so fine!
But wait, what's this? A satirical twist!
The date's just a number
it doesn't exist!
One, two, three, one, two, three,
what's the fuss?
Wait… all dates are human-
created
YES, by us!
The numbers are shocked
feeling quite superfluous.
In the grand scheme of things
oh so ridiculous!
So here's to the New Year
let's raise a toast.
To the date that we've come
to boast the most.
With champagne that sparkles
and tastes like the sun.
2023 is yet undone
run from the old
to the new one,
run, run, run!
In the canon of the digits
a lesson we see.
Time is a construct
as fluid as the sea.
So let's celebrate the moments
both big and small.
For, in the end
they're the most
precious of all.
Forgive me once this Yuletide whim
With Champagne bubbling to the brim
On wanting to find Mistletoe
To steal a kiss from one I know
Traditions of an Egg Nog taste
Without a minute yet to waste
Are wrapped for every Fruitcake find
To cheer the hearts of all mankind
Such sentiment in red and green
To bless this joyous Christmas Scene
Is what I seem to love the most
So here’s another Christmas toast
To one and all with love to spare
May this day find you without care
And full of laughter, hope and light
To shine forever through the night
Merry Christmas to ally PS friends!!
There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were four slices of toast and five beverages.
Three glasses held tea the color of honey, and two were raspberry tinted.
Somehow it was important to me that the toast was suspended
In the air above the table by two glasses, like bookends.
For a moment I wondered who had achieved this strange feat, and why;
But then my thoughts turned to how my life was like that toast,
Suspended in air by forces counteracting gravity,
And any moment a passerby might jar the table, destroying the illusion
Of serenity and stability. I've seen people's lives change as quickly.
For the most part, everything seems to go well for them,
Then there is a turning point, after which nothing seems to be right.
Anything can trigger it; the loss of a child or job,
A spouse, or the home in which they have always lived.
Moreover, there is no reasoning to whom it happens;
Just like a careless passerby might bump a table,
And four slices of toast fall to the table, or the ground.
(Poem is written in Prose form)
To ALL those
who think
their thinking
will understand
life and love,
war and peace,
hate and forgiveness,
good and evil,
hell and heaven...
To the intellectuals
who loudly declare
hope an illusion,
belief delusion,
religion refuge
for fools, and
science to be
the only true god...
To the socialists
and communists and
all progressive people
who are certain
humanity's makeover
is just within reach,
perfection awaits
only correct ideology,
with justice, fairness,
equality for all...
(as long as it's
done their way).
To the materialists
who are bold and brave,
seeing death as extinction,
life as meaningless,
so proud, so very proud
that they, and only they
know the truth:
what you see is
what you get...
A toast to all the naive,
who see but are blind,
hear but are deaf,
feel but are so insensate
of life's Spirit,
they live like mice
in a magnificent palace...
To butterflies, bats, and midnight creatures,
To the brilliant, the dark, and things unseen.
To roses, wine, and satin dresses,
To a lucid child-like dream.
To the musty scent of ancient places,
To thoughts distilled on a fragile page,
To open-ended expectations, and
Eccentricities of a secret sage.
To the promise that lies in what is unfinished,
To the charm in the rawness of the fray,
To quests that lead to curious changes,
And rest that unbinds peace and play.
The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds
With the grey mist that rises
From the creeks and gently rolling hills
I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised
Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out
So how can we learn from this
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action
Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body
Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day
Here's a toast to your good health
and to multiply your wealth
May God's blessings overwhelm you with delight
Tell your worries and your debts
and those lingering regrets
to go take a running jump and fly a kite
May your joys outweigh your tears
all throughout the coming years
too much dreariness is such a bloody farce
May the things you're seeking after
fill your days and nights with laughter
and prosperity come bite you in the ar$e
May your friends be true and blue
and be always there for you
Let there be so many that you cannot count
May you age with style and grace
with no wrinkles on your face
like you've just been drinking from that youthful fount
May you find yourself a' falling
when your true love comes a' calling
and your lives together be a dream come true
So, you'll need a bigger bed
for the night that you are wed
safely snuggled with your true love next to you
Difficult it becomes, the secret of
the judgement and metamorphosis of
the painted cotton into a stained truth.
To save the present tense. A dangerous
crowd of vowels to express the incomplete
moment of watery teeth,
so hung, while misspeaking painfully
in dyslexic manneo. I would not
understand the hour-glass proxy.
An undersized leash to walk
with a giant: the magnitude of tragedy
overwhelms the path !
SATISH VERMA
A hint of cherry
burst of strawberry
O, let us make merry
o'er drinks of fine sherry
We must forget the past and work,
together for a brighter morn.
Let hatred die with the old year,
and let our new future be born.
So, let us touch our glasses,
together in a toast to better ways.
Here’s to your prosperity my friends,
may life bring you better days.
One day, someday, everything will be changed,
You will rise above all that is drowning you now.
There will be a champagne toast,
You will taste love,
The warm, fuzzy and all consuming love will settle down in your stomach,
And there will be roses and butterflies,
A halo of stars around your head,
You will heal, dear friend, you will heal.
Die a thousand times,
Until the poem rhymes,
Fight the tough times,
Until the wind chimes.
Burn through the fire and feel the flames,
Let yourself be soot but rise again,
You will heal, dear friend, you will heal.
Stay strong for the happiness you will feel.
"A Happy New Year Toast"
Another New Year is traveling around
Happy expectations of wonders profound
Accentuate upon Life's positive things
Promised resolutions to achieve brings
Palatial gardens of kindness with care
Yearning for love and peace everywhere.
Nuture the families and friends so cherished
Embrace all humanity before finality perished
Whisper a prayer unto His Throne of Grace
Yield to the spirit sweet depth to taste
Encourage others with a warm smile
Admire rare beauty of God's great beguile
Radiate happiness whomever is near
Treasure each moment of living so dear
Open hearts and minds and souls
Accept challenges while reaching goals
Share words of love always precious and true
Tenderly touch those so special to you.
"A Happy New Year Toast"
*For Francine Robert's New Year Acrostic.
*Dec. 27, 2012.
Scorpios are known for their passion
Their resourcefulness and compassion
Since a Scorpio I is
Here's a toast with sloe gin fizz
May our traits always be in fashion
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in LeeAnn's "Zodiac Race" Contest - September 2010
Seventeen years and those silent Tuesday walks,
Numerous late night phone calls and those silent talks,
Just a need for a demand to be made,
One meeting ‘em every time and getting the other one swayed.
Those tantrums and not taking medicines while sick,
One ready to convince the other thinking every time what was said would just click.
Just generating a thought in the air thinking about you,
And getting a call the same day- Phew!!!
With the class-notes almost always sharing things we couldn’t say
With one living in zones of black and whites,
And other teaching to start considering life’s areas of grey.
When the sun shined one preferred to make hay,
While the other always learnt by often falling prey.
GOD created two replica minds with the world trying to make them compete,
But helping each other was something which would always make ‘em feel complete
More than friendship there was never anything concrete,
We never really needed anything that could make our friendship take a backseat.
The richness of this relation is something we’ve always cherished,
Every single day was a proud emotion we nourished,
I just hope this was something that could have in eternity flourished.
But I’ve realized that things are no more the same,
I no more own you and certain emotions have vanished or been replaced,
The only thought that makes me proud is
This friendship and emotions we shared were never lame