Daiquiri Poems - Poems about Daiquiri

...My Best is at Rest. This is a tribute to my Lifelong Best Friend Katrina. My Best friend/Sister has passed on from this life. She lived a life of love. To know her was to automatically love her.......

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... Quiet quibbles with silence and hushed wind’s quackery. Have nonsensical need for an ice cold daiquiri. Chicanery of leafy season, coursing slowly, before its blustery countermand u......

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...Soldiers of fortune caught in the construct Captive foreign held in the menagerie Shoulders abortion fought for my next salary Now souls smoulder over their short daiquiri I hate it when they’re ......

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... Piercing blue ices through freezing blood within Liquid fused molecules of daiquiri bathed in sin Shattered cracks creviced black caverns of the beast Rattled, bruised dampened fuse ignites when......

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... Low on the horizon she appeared A silhouette of pulchritude Her face begged to be loved Her dress addressed her needs She was shy but attentive Her green eyes teared a little Her mouth p......

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...I’ve heard it said we should have five a day If healthy is how we desire to stay I’ve planned my diet and so I can say I’ll get five a day and I’ll be okay I’ve ordered a cocktail with cher......

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...Peer to peer vows of seeded cloud, Whirli-o-Wisp, of Creation, thinking aloud, whismically, avowed. Whisps of condense-sings dance in His gaze,......

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...Boundless Blue Born in a misty rainbow, Blue slips out from her place between her sisters Green and Violet, painting the heavens azure, covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary. She fl......

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...No penance need be paid by the insular artisan admonished for seeking an oral platinum quota. Under furlough! Tuck their perfume in a bureau, then intermittently release the poise to up-start in......

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...Well, it all started when Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels that Captain Morgan couldn't go out and get himself some Wild Turkey. Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad, Captain Morgan like some of you, re......

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...We've been all work for weeks on end Barely punchin' out before we're punchin' right back in again And it aint just the weather that's been growin' cold I think a little R & R would be good for ou......

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...Dutch cruller, rich and sweet, Belgium chocolates, nothing like them. Scottish kale, made into tasty broth. New England crab, pride of the Atlantic, Cuba’s sweet and sour daiquiri. America’s tas......

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...in intriguing little crime scene we have here eh Inspector Marsupial a freeway overpass whore's cardboard box and mattress and a paperclip necklace juxtaposed on a dissecting table at some po......

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... We sat at the end of the bar in a seedy place on Seventh street. Nursing our drinks, we both had a bit too much that night. My Whiskey Sour, you could tell everything about me by my drin......

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...there is no sunshine right now you are in your world room looking at blankness with the tv blasting there is no laughter right now i am in another state of parking lot depression munching on gre......

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