Dedication Drink Poems

Are not Irish Eyes
always smiling?
IN the Blamey
at the stone – at the family
pub, celebrating life’s cheering,
brawling, grinning, deeply etching
proud ethnic tone – in the 
lilt...

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in this cup is earl grey

joyful tea passion play

taste never misses

bergamot kisses

quenching bliss lasts all day.
...

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Slurping the taste sensation that is stout
The drink that has clout
Sip slowly with thought and consideration
Appreciate the filtration, formation and foundation
Admire the visual display when
The...

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The missus served me high test coffee...

Ah... tis nothing more heavenly 
(to one borne again devout atheist)
then a spring like January 18th, 2023
here at Highland...

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À propos preponderant passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled 
webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand twenty two,
unexpected Möbius...

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You think country music’s so corny 
Well each to their own tastes and views
Give me a cool stein full of Charlie Mit
With Hank Williams singing...

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Life has ne'er? been soft to my sensations
Intensely kind was none in relations
Looking buses for suicide on stations
Yearning heart wanting someone's temptations

Remembering my past burns...

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Acrostic - Brenda Lee Kime

Brightens - your day, seeing her smile.
Rendering - her day with a bit of style
Everything - was to make you think
Never...

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Mashoq jay razi na hovay nach kay manana painda
Jay tun bhalu nu manana pehlay sain nu manaa
Jhalya bhalu manana sokha sain manana aukha
Nach kay sain...

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Someone special died because you drink and drive

Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are...

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There once was a man named Nash
Who Was digging in my trash

He said, "I did not"
Drink the milk I bought

But he had milk on his...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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I feel the undercurrent, of the ever-flowing rivers

That feed the wells, and springs of pens

The depth of words, flowing again

Hemingway became a lake

Emily a brook

Pouring...

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Why dip when I can sip
Why sleep when I can have a trip
Just a tip for my mind to strip
Just a drip for a bad...

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Thanksgiving holiday
Has its traditions but, some folks will
Add in those of family, creating new ways
No two families celebrate the same way, still
Keeping their traditions along...

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