Rose Drink Poems

The whistling kettle calls to me.
Telling me it's time for tea
I grab my Tinkerbell mug off the shelf
As I try to decide what to have...

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My joy surrounds me with character 
beauty essence I bow to the on lookers 
I dance to the sweetest sound all over town  
of...

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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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Because I like variety,
I’ve got many different boxes of tea upon my shelf.
Sometimes I might mix them up,
adding two different bags of tea to seep...

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This morn I woke to a gloomy dawn; a cold rainy day
Off to the kitchen to find comfort in a cuppy Earl Grey
An anytime drink...

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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 love to watch the tilt of your tender-tipped fingers
cupping the teacup's rounded heat,

the way you would gently cup my breasts,
your hands coiled lovingly around...

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Steaming, a cup in hand
Piping hot liquid, deliciousness
Found on the heavy blend,
Sunlight reflections on the glass,
Window pane glistening,
With its gentle brilliance.

Steaming, one cupful of enjoyment,
Pleasant...

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I light my precious oil Aladdin’s lamp
As I poured some wine, in a split sec
A genie appeared, as if by command: 
“You’ve lift the lid,...

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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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Drink the rose soul to be eternal beauty...

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At nights we’d sit out on the balcony drinkin
Breathin
That thick mug air
Of a New Orleans summer evening.
Livin as easy
As they’d let us
In the bowels of...

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Roger’s waist was the linchpin 
when we launched “The Rose”
off Garrison’s Cove on Bailey Island.

He let out the rope around his belt
as she slid off...

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Sirens, sirens, that is all I hear
why, oh why, did you have to drink the beer?
Don't you know that drinking and driving kills?
you have stayed...

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