Sea Drink Poems

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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He sailed the seven seas
said just let our ship be
we'll drink our ale and rum
sail until our days are done

We drank barrels and barrels 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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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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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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latte swimming milky sea

frothy waves of harmony

carmel drizzle brace

morning coffee grace

comfort sip each day's decree.
...

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Does an empty jar weep? 6
Crying wine or water 6
My hollow bowl thirsty 6
You scream for wet matter 6

Yet you lie like a dry monk...

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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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Beneath the willow's aged, gnarled embrace,
My lover sits in tranquil reverie,
A boy whose presence paints the tranquil space,
With dreams that dance like leaves upon the...

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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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Written: August 14, 2023
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Today's man, a vessel of desire,
Feeds his body with mutant foods,
Yet hunger deeper, his soul afire,
Cravings are what incite the wildest moods.

In...

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My Mate Pete, he loved to have a drink
and this led him to cause the world's biggest stink.
He used to work in a factory that...

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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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Away on a booze cruise,
No beer left in stock.
They charged fifty dollars,
It was a real shock.

I complained it’s not fair,
I want money back.
We’re so sorry,...

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