Best Tonic Poems
Another Gin and Tonic Horn Limerick
Must I drink another gin and tonic
To tolerate Trump who is moronic
Jumping from hole to hole like a rabbit
Constantly complaining when cannot have it
Grows on you like a plague that is bubonic.
Jim Horn
Categories:
tonic, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Beneath a parapet of color rich and bright
the shiny sidewalk beckons me to come
closer to his revels closer to his warm caress,
As the rainy afternoon remises light
two mesic hearts begin to drum
in keeping with the rhythm of love's guess
The red umbrella shades us from the world
and keeps the rain at bay while we adhere
devoted to each other we find spark
inside an afternoon of dance and swirl
The old cafe gives witness to our near
as Benjy marks his loyalty with bark
The scent of petrichor feels clean and fresh
as we get lost within our love's embrace
the clasp undoes and we are winded in
pressed soft against each other's flesh
desirously we poise standing face to face,
he tastes like tonic with a splash of gin.
November 4, 2018
Categories:
tonic, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Was making dinner for my honey, mine.
I realized, alas, I added far too much thyme.
He whispered, “you are thinking way too much of rhyme!”
Quickly I filled us glasses, with ice-cold tonic, gin and lime.
That softened him and he softly whispered,
“Well, I guess after all, it’s no big crime.”
He was my love, so invitingly delicious and ever so sublime.
A peek for you, into my love-life’s, poetic summertime!
7/22/2022
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Categories:
tonic, drink, fun, imagery, poetess,
Form:
Monorhyme
Oh the daily news got to her
But; she couldn't turn away
It was like watching a train wreck
Though it made her nerves so frayed
Each night she turned the tv on
And her head began to pound
Politics, crime, and taxes
Made her feel like coming unwound
Anxiety kept her up at night
This old world is such a mess
She decided that she must do something
To cure herself of stress
A cup of tea is what she needed
So she headed to Cumberland Gap
In search of the wild blue flower
The Cherokee Skullcap
Now she still watches the news each day
And laughs a bit at the moronic
For it no longer drives her mad
Thanks to her Appalachian tonic
Categories:
tonic, anxiety, grandmother, humor, mythology,
Form:
Inspired by Jan Allison's brilliant "Eye Rowed My Hoarse",
top winner of the July 2021 Word Play contest.
I'm knew to this language; it baffles me sew!
With so many mysteries I wish too no -
I came to this country wile seeking warm climb
but I get awl flustered when righting a rime.
Sea, homophones throe me, they drive me inn seine
each weak I fined gnu ones, their such a big pane.
That last couplet had maybe seven ore ate
(I red it allowed butt I cant keep them strait!)
Eyed herd that this language can be vary crewel,
two words sound alike but there meanings are duel.
They say it’s the most daunting language yule find -
two solve this wood take a reel lode off my mined.
If a rose is arose, then wheel call spayed a spade,
let a male be a mail, and a maid be a made.
A horse is a hoarse, but of course, but of coarse,
though the rules of rite spelling are hard to in force.
I've pulled sow much hare out, aye think isle go bawled -
I'm certain I've misspelled sum words eye just scrawled.
Its enough to make even the mightiest feint
but aisle martial my forces and rays no complaint.
If this struck a cord - if you feel up a creak
know you're knot a loan, yore dismay's not unique.
Perhaps it is fête that has shone us assign,
let's bye some pail ail aura glass of wight whine.
And pleas don't dessert me, I so knead ewe they're,
I still wont to learn how two wright with moor flare.
Buy now you've disk hovered I rote this ingest,
if ewe care to try won yourself, bee my guessed!
Categories:
tonic, humorous, language,
Form:
Light Verse
Enticingly juicy
Melting on the burning
Lips of passion
Stretching tongues to lick
But soured drops long left over
Icings of deadly venoms
Ooh greedy zealots
Gulping to stupor
Concoctions for all such gluttons
Categories:
tonic, pain, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Someone is waiting, I hope not in vain
for you to greet them with words of acclaim.
They needn't be fancy or charming or grand,
just simple, honest, and easy to understand.
Identify something about them that radiates truth,
--dress, smile, posture, maybe their youth.
Cost to you, as you know, is not one thing,
and think of the joy to a life you will bring.
Eschew that which often makes us sardonic,
and know kindness to others is life's potent tonic.
Categories:
tonic, 12th grade, devotion, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Time can't be forever hard
Don't think too much young lad,
Improving on oneself isn't bad
Secure a future like you're its guard,
Don't gamble it playing cards.
Dangote's of tomorrow are working
Hard now
Do same, so tomorrow you don't
Look at them as cash cows,
Never let hard times make you bow
Time to do yourself good is now.
I know you envy the rich,
Do your homework,
It isn't beyond your reach.
Life isn't smooth, she could hitch,
Avoid peer pressure or
Meet yourself in deep ditch.
Categories:
tonic, career, change, character, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state
I love the touch of man-made materials
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when cloth unites with the subtle texture of painted wood
the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous
But then I play my cello silently
it groans in soft delights
the audience wriggles in their seats
heaven itself can’t contain the beauty of the subtle pianissimo
“Hush,” I said to the multitudes, they became quiet
I played a blue cello; a golden muted trumpet accompanied me
we began with a melodic mezzo piano playing with restrained bird calls
softly the bird songs sat above lilting melodious notes
Notes carry one toward into soulful ecstasies
long panoplies of chords flow like water into a placid lake
cellos then come to the fore filling out the symmetry of music
the full composition is luscious manna to the ears and soul
Chaotic chords flow to their beginning
returning to resolve to the tonic
to peaceful respite like humans require
to final rest
Categories:
tonic, music,
Form:
Free verse
A TELEPHONIC TONIC
I can’t believe she remained on the telephone~
For years she’d been telling me to leave her alone~
But my heart had done the dialing while I could hardly speak~
Words etched for refinement and beauty so sleek~
Willowy was she as we picnicked under a tree~
But that was long ago when she still wanted me
Then came the day the picnic was permanently over
And I still recall how astoundingly pretty she looked naked midst clover
But for every acre of clover there are sure to be weeds
And I had my various and sundry needs
These were things she could never provide
And to keep her for three years this man perpetually lied
I lied about where I had been and done
Until I became a handsome the lady should shun
And shun me she did with stealth and desire
While midst that clover my soul is still afire
The lady had it all and decided to share that with me
Her body glowed so brightly I nearly couldn’t see
But damnably she discovered that I possessed no real charm
As her disdain and disappointment grew with each shot in my arm
But a junkie has to do that which a junkie must do
As both my love for her and Lady Heroin grew
But after years of tying to get clean in spirit, body and bone
I still can’t comprehend why she remained on the phone
© 2011.….poefree
Categories:
tonic, angstbody, me,
Form:
Quatrain
The breeze, dank with autumnal chill
Sighs through the lonesome woodland trail
Yet whispers of sweet promise
Waft gently through the bracing air
27.10.20
An excerpt from my poem 'Romantic encounters with nature'
Liberum Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
Categories:
tonic, encouraging, nature,
Form:
Free verse
He takes a
tea-spoonful
of reddish tonic.
Dried stubbles
sprout within
his old skull.
Memories froth in the vast past…
His mom applies bitter neem paste
on her nipples like the inaugural
ceremony of denial on the earth.
Silhouette
of a secret
sorrow grows
against a wall.
Tear oozes out
of the past.
Memories
froth… A baby
sucking within the
frozen arms, fumes of
mystery from smoldering
frankincense near grandma’s
stiff body, remnants of a rape,
infiltrating fingers of a homosexual,
distilled pain from privation…
He loses
his sleep.
Even the
sweetest
memory
lands on
loss. Peace
is in the
oblivion.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
tonic, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I love the way you twirl girl,
Love your moves, want your groove,
Just prove to me you can,
Give me your time and dues.
My beautiful angel,
Give me song, make me grin,
Be my tonic when I’ve none,
Tune me and make me win.
We agree about films,
You mean much more to me,
Than sugar drinks or chocolate,
Than just blind industry.
My beautiful angel,
Give men song, make me grin,
Be my tonic when I’ve none,
Tune me and make me win.
Take me to the club girl,
Dance and rhythm like rap,
Come to me with your slash,
Rip me open, turn my tap.
My beautiful angel,
Give me song, make me grin,
Be my tonic when I’ve none,
Tune me and make me win.
Your mess is my honour,
I pride myself in you,
Whenever you want me,
I’m there, I need you too.
My beautiful angel,
Give me song, make me grin,
Be my tonic when I’ve none,
Tune me and make me win.
Be my tonic when I’ve none,
Tune me and make me win.
Categories:
tonic, angel, beautiful, boyfriend, girlfriend,
Form:
Lyric
Pitter patter of voyeuristic neighbors on retreat
An obsurd rapper missing a beat
A noisy fan having his posterior put on his seat
The last gasp of a coffee pot removed from the heat
A pesky pan handler groaning when being taken off the street
Interrupting rain in a boring soccer match turning into sleet
Whizzing mosquitos fizzing when sprayed with deet
Choppy waters cutting down showman, water skier's feet
Raspy moans of greedy kids when no candy results from trick or treat
Purring of a well-behaved baby that does not often bleat
Categories:
tonic, satire
Form:
Rhyme
what is u...b...what u r
stans sand
Categories:
tonic, absence, smile,
Form:
Free verse