Brew Poems - Poems about Brew

Peaceful as green field While sipping cup of coffee Here at my porch view...

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In the war of words, tongues wag, Wit and jest, lies and insults, haggle for traction, joining the ragtag rabble of riffraff chaff blowing in the wind, littering the ground with trash. Rumors spun, deceptions woven into a shroud of deceit. There's so much ado, no adieu, nor regret in the cauldron of a nihil brew boiled to an amorphous spew bubbling chaotic...

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She said some words and blackbirds cawed As she stirred her cauldron to a goblin's applaud Her nose was crooked, her skin was green As her cackles echoed on Halloween The Halloween night was filled with gloom As she patrolled the skies on her trusty broom She was looking for stragglers, those who...

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I didn't drink the brew because it made me twitch, and break out in hives, every where I itched. She cackled real loud, a high shrilling pitch, and hit the broom stick with a switch, and flew away in the sky with out a glitch. Must still be the season of the witch....

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Humans are cloning people condoning Ethics are droning loud microphoning ...

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hear friend a tale of woe over brewing made it so bitter steep each sip teatime sinking ship flavor profile much too low. ...

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in hills where buffaloes roam i brew coffee too much foam excess grounds water cold bitter stale tastes too bold grateful when my wife gets home. ...

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your new beau is a strange brew grandma says pushing back and forth in the rickety rocker on her front porch at the house that was old before she was born and the familiar black cat sitting in a spot of sun, meows loudly in agreement...

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Three busy witches stood stirring a stew Cauldron filled with freaky things for a brew Each Halloween they made soup in their escapade Adding ingredients to a brown roux Jan, of course, as she always wants to do added a bouquet garni of fresh poo She said, "It's for flavour! A taste that I favour." There's no tellin' where she got it? No clue Tania,...

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Dare not venture outdoors on Halloween There's witches out there who are truly mean They tempt one with brew That looks just like stew But is made from reptile liver and spleen. There lies the remains of the veggie who Had nerve to savour from the witches brew A minute on lips And away he slipped To his throne on high, a porcelain...

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Written: September 24, 2023 ____________________________________________________________ In a world so frigid, where trust is truant A tale of verity and tea is confluent As the winds of autumn dance unaware, A poet's pen weaves words with care. Sipping the brew in the essence of truth, Unaware of the winds, I decry my youth. The aroma of tea brims the midnight air, As I pour my...

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It was dead on arrival, no chance of survival, the tiny brown mouse. She did it again, my cat gifting friend, at least it's not loose in the house.. Be it mouse or shrew, would make a potent rodent stew, but not so appealing to me. Stir it until blue, and put it in a witches brew but I won't want that recipe....

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Coffee beans grounded into mug, Cold-pressed latte poured into a jug....

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Facial stubble plucked from Barney Rubble, stirred in my cauldron, it begins to bubble. Pinch of troll dung and eyes of a rattle snake. Add the crumbs of last year's stale fruitcake, This concoction will cause evil ones to quake. Hands of pedophiles collected in a brown bag, Crushed tongues of gossips, no more to wag. The bloody stump of Trump, the...

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