Drank Poems

Glissando she dances devinlly

Love might she whisper
her sweet nothings
Love might she wish to ignore
Love might she want to hear me
sing
Love
My Love
the one I adore

Love might the warmth of morning
greet me as I kiss your face
Love endearing and calming
Love
oh Love a sweet embrace
Love our melding
might we be together
Love
oh love
my lovers embrace

She Drank Tea

Aunt Judith was the only tea drinker in the family;
Camomile brewed from bags - no loose tea leaves for her to read - 
her future was foretold at birth: heart defect and early death.

The wise doctors were sure she would not live much beyond thirty,
but with faith and determination she surprised us all -
Joyfully, she left this world at the ripe old age of fifty!

The Drunkard

The Drunkard staggered into a bar
And slurred that he just wrecked his car

                   He added, "Wha th' hell,
                   Isle... zit 'ere ...az-spell..."

Then he sang while he banged his guitar!

When Grandma Drank the Koolaid

At play
one day

we saw
grandma.

We took
a look.

She’d made
kool-aid.

She sipped.
It dripped

onto 
each shoe.

Dispose
of those!

Her dress -
a mess!

The stain -
her bane.

I guess
her dress

no doubt’s
thrown out.

My Father Drank

My father drank
trying to convince himself
that he can drown 
his shame and sorrow
.... in Rum.
Most people would say:
 "Sorrow can swim."
 That's a cliche
The sorrow didn't knew 
how to swim 
Enchanted by the shame
it fell deeply in love 
while sinking 
to the bottom of the cup
My father stubbornly
holding onto his cup
jealously watching 
the romance
drank little more
A lot more
sinking to the very bottom
of a human existence
where he found
just more shame and sorrow

He Drank Soap Water

soap water in jug
thirsty brother drank it all~
remarked "tasted strange"

Note : This actually happened. Upset brother said  you should have kept it sink. I asked why you drank all when taste was strange?

Date: 1/13/2021

Do Remember When We Drank and Drank

Do Remember When We Drank and Drank

Do remember when we drank and drank,
Until the Captain  who was an old crank,
With his hussy,
Who was fussy;
Had decided to make me walk the plank.

Jim Horn

I Have Drank Deep Woes of Tiresome Heartbreak

I Have Drank Deep Woes Of Tiresome Heartbreak

I have drank deep woes of tiresome heartbreak
supped dark wormwood of Fate's poison trees
attempted to love just for loving's sake
drown myself in sorrow's of  empty seas.

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

I climbed mountains that rose forever
walked deserts and laughed at dying thirst
but in my Life I have sworn to never
beg for winter's harsh cold nor be the first!

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

I have through paradise a time once trod
sat on its rainbow singing out of key
swore to truly love before man and God
angel that broke my chains to set me free

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

I have lived within shadows that mourn
roped a bronc and stole many a girl
been between life and death wickedly torn
in battles victory's flags unfurled.

Blessed golden day poetry found me.
For its sweet gifts have truly set me free.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-14-2019
Rhyme, ( Giving Thanks For Poetry's Many Fine Blessings)

Is This Why They Drank It

The sensation of contemplation leaves me shaken
Stirred and worried
I fumbled through my choices
Stumbled into annoyance and dissatisfaction
Is this why they drank it?
Should I go on until I get too f***ed up fall asleep while you talk about what I used to be like?

The Mouse Who Drank Too Much

Not long ago there lived a mouse, 
Born in a brewery, not a house. 
His mom and dad, and Uncle Neil 
Ate barley for their favorite meal. 

Throughout the day, the lift jacks roared, 
Too dangerous out on the floor. 
He slept inside his cardboard nest, 
And so became a brewery pest. 

He dodged their traps of baited cheese, 
And sticky mats he jumped with ease. 
But as he grew, he loved to drink 
The beer that caused his feet to stink. 

One day he squeezed through bottle neck, 
And stated: "Oh well, what the heck?" 
He swam and drank, and drank and swam, 
As happy as a drunken clam. 

This poor pink-pawed and whiskered sot 
Discovered what his ticket bought. 
He tried and tried to wriggle out, 
But died inside a tapered spout.

The Cat Drank My Beer

The Cat Drank My Beer

The Cat drank my beer
I left in a cup.
Actually she used her tongue
to lick it all up.

I remember thinking,
this does not bode well
for the cat or the beer.
This feline had to drive home
and she didn’t live near.

I could see she was 
in no condition to drive.
By the time I stopped her,
she had already drank five.

She slurred her purrs,
licking everyone around.
She threw a hairball at a beagle
and pinned a pit-bull to the ground.

She meows she hates you
and think you’re a rat.
Then starts crying, asking:
“does this fur make me look fat?”

She rants and raves
as those with drink tend to do.
Then starts singing Streisand 
albeit a little off tune.

I mix catnip and Friskees
for a little pick me up.
She takes one lick
and passes out in her cup.

I now know that cats
have a problem with beer.
One sip or lick drops 
them on their rear.

8/22/18

She Drank To Forget

She drank to forget

She drank to numb the pain

She drank hoping to get drunk every day

It was the way for her to cope

She believed she had no hope

And when intoxicated

She sleep with any man

Who offered her a drink or two

She knew that love was not due

They simply wanted her body

So they could screw

It meant nothing to them

And even less to her

She was drunk most of the time

And had lost hope through and through

She used them for the alcohol

Gave them her body and her dead heart and soul

Emotionless and tired she just lay there

For them to do just what they wished

Often passed out after they finished

But she was known to do this while they were still going

This is a tale of hurt, pain and damage

So don't judge her too harshly damn it

Unless you've walked a mile in her shoes

She is one of life's lost victims

And now can't cope with anything

It's sad to see but that's the simple truth

She did not know what else she was supposed to do.

Mother ---- Never Drank Gin In the Morning

MOTHER
Never Drank Gin in the Morning

My Mother… never drank!
 “Cotton Gin” came to her mind,
when she heard the word Gin.
  In stores…Gin never find.

I too, just like Mother
my strongest drink iced tea.
When stronger drink took sip
weird warmth.. came over me.

As, N.Y. designer !
Lemon, lime drink thought try,
Called a “Margarita,”
drank three.. and “Prayed to die!”

Husband will sip Bourbon
stronger, than perfume I wear.
I simply can smell it,
and swear..”.I drank my share.”

Unlike Mother, I drink wine
before going to bed.
Imagine where it goes?
Directly to my head!

At night had bad leg cramps
gave my specialist a call,
“Add Gin to you Tonic”.
Cramps gone..too tipsy.. might fall!

Mom drank, no alcohol
Life taught me.. enjoy mine.
All with “Moderation”
when Paul brings me.. Gin or Wine.

Feb. 28, 2018

Drank Cold Piss

Drank Cold Piss
cold you believe this
that day I drank cold piss
it was the night after a party
had drank all my beer was fiending
nothing was left but a few Milwaukee Best cans
so I took a sip but to no avail it was piss
feeling swirled within my head like I was the walking dead
who could I have drank with piss so sorry that i missed
was it from the last girl that I kissed squeeze it easy
got a little bit dizzy the next thing I new I threw up in my mouth
never a dull moment with me some freaks gotta pee

My Dog Is a Teen Drank

My dog is a teen drank with;
air-filled verbal diarrhea
percussion tongue and lips
staggering chaser 
fierce and marking eyes
flowing river of saliva 
cocked arms for attack
cowardly legs for exit
This is this dog I love so much

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