Daiquiris Poems - Poems about Daiquiris

...Taking my old Town-Car out for a little spin, never suffer through rush hour traffic again. Now we have time to see all those places we’ve never been, baby I can’t wait for retirement to begin. ......

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...I have a friend who beats his chest Who thinks he's tough, an ego blessed He goes out clubbing, club in hand Neanderthal romance, clubber lang. He drinks banana daiquiris by the bowl Expe......

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...I dream of spending my hibernation on a coconut palm in the Caribbean where instead of sleeping morning, noon and night I’ll be too busy chomping down nutty peanut cakes and sipping daiquiris o......

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...my first one spent in my birthday suit warmed by a receiving blanket after my tunnel chute in my youth, gifts i remember — small camera, parcheesi, Donny Osmond album i’d get to invite over......

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...Dont worry. The world will never end. Your love will cast no shadow. Urges ripple over water. A grave is hard and without messages. The Family Bit, beyond measure. Our bodies dice, shove, and c......

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...The stars look pretty from down here, Lying on my side. This chicken doesn't want to hold me, I'm too heavy for playground rides. I'm not a child anymore. At least I try. Especially Afte......

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...Natural Winter is ended now spring has begun The birds and the bees are looking for fun Days are now longer that winter is done The best time of the year is yet to come Some like th......

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...I am in a saloon, where a blanket of glittering mist covers the floor, and where critics are shredded by Apache gunships at the door. Hemingway sits at one end of the bar, drinking daiquiris, eyes......

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...Momentary lapse of reasoning behind exemplary seasonings give way to life's spicy habanero awesomesauce. Life's seasoning of sweet-&-sour puckers Sweet puckering of every souring breath. Li......

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...Ode to the Madman It was heaven in hell, both. It was 115 degrees and I was in hell. But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs. And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both, Under the dauntless palms. I t......

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...Ironically, the "peace" you seek I sought too Only not in a dream This is the reality I choose Here, there are no "daiquiris" Or "dancing" No loveless romancing No more chasing chances Hoping that love enhances In a heart that's bare One that shows  No compassion, No care And especially when it counts Never being......

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...Christie MOSES is a great poetess. Her pen MOVES with great finesse. For her MORES in poetic verse, Are like MOREL mushrooms immersed; Sautéed MOTEL hot delicacies; Ice cold HOTEL ch......

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