Lonely Drink Poems

By Chad Carlson

Today I looked at my life in rewind
Found the good in mostly bad times
Smiled a lot and even laughed a little
Until I got...

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Another empty bottle
Another lonely night
Slave to my cursed mistress
And her commands and demands
She holds my uncertain future
Tightly In her hands
Although I had no  right...

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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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A party lingers in the stillness of a room.
Chairs moved, plates stacked, glasses
stained in red lipstick of after dinner
chatter. Cutlery criss-crossed, mosaic.

For a moment, when...

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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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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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jasmine is nectar delight

blossomed leaves to so unite

floral whispers bold

of petal tales told

dreamy sip this fragrant flight.
...

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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 knew a man once
who fell head first
into a vat of being

- so poor, so poor
- so poor was he

surviving solely 
on food and drink
the...

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The short order cook is getting delirious at five in the morning
Beads of sweat showing under his funny hat
As he stares blankly at the eight...

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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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A lonely lady who was despairing
Was in need of some urgent repairing
So since she was alone
Plus no man on the phone
A bottle of wine made...

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You defy belief
Thanks dear
I mean, seven in the morning, and you’re sober
Pub went on fire, early night
Someday you will die a lonely man
My God, that...

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a china tea cup 
pretty pink roses painted 
sits waiting for me 



tea with cream~sugar 
rose scented to match the cup 
warm and delicious...

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