God Drink Poems

Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On...

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How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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I’m sat in the bar with a beer on the table
I’m gazing in rapt contemplation
I need to make sense of it if I am able
I...

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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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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

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I am the coffee cup,  
holding the coffee which is God.  
He fills me with sweetness and warmth,  
so others can enjoy...

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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath...

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Stirring my hot or cold tea, 
with fresh honey from a bee. 
I must not get stung, 
or this sweet drink will hurt my tongue....

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Travelled through the night to see my wife at home,
Didn’t realise I’d be all alone. 
I walked through the door with a tear in my...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack

Behind my back

But to take the fridge which held the beer

That was low, even for you dear

Now...

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The pink sand makes my soft bed,  
a cool breeze covers me like a blanket.  
The palm trees are swaying,  
swaying to...

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Growing up as child 
Is all that's on my mind.

Wishing it was kind 
And not
who Im defined.

I used to run around, 
just wanting to be...

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Knock, knock, scritch, scratch
Who’re banging at the old door?
The other whispers hushly
Give in to the turning knob
The good one is no help

Nameless twins barge in
An...

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