Snow Drink Poems

Gazing at the transgressive, monotonous (yet awake) mundane-
burning cheeks, bottles empty of holy blood
accompanied by slurred atonement lost in soft wind
persevered; untainted discovery by foolish...

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The bubbling boiling water
Sends the cushion of tea leaves afloat
The flavours burst out breaking free.
The swirling golden shadows 
Quickly shade to honey brown...
Oh. The luxury...

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It was Christmas, and we were young,
when the snow was deep
and the lights were strung,
along Stony hill, Allen and Main.
And my uncle`s dead
but he too...

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Learning what life had to offer
I came often, drank deep..
at the well with you,
fresh as spring snow melt.  

Hear it echo - is it...

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The bottle was full
Just like their spirits
They shared as the talk grew louder
Spoke of times when drinking was sociable
That was a time ago
Now the drink...

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Hot coffee in hand 
looking out the cold window 
I see winter has arrived. 
A white snow blanket 
covers nature this winter 
all sleep until...

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shaking Clydesdales stood eager
the sleek sleigh was hitched
blankets and hot cider stowed

prancing and dancing
slicing through white woods
faces frosted by the snow

cozy cuddling and huddling
holding hands...

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There was a gallant Santa, a Viking 
Reindeer driving his sleigh started limping
They got stuck in stack of snow 
How his horns broke he didn’t...

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Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions.

Ecclesiastes 7:10

WHY WERE THE OLD DAYS...

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Rounds
by Michael R. Burch

Solitude surrounds me
though nearby laughter sounds;
around me mingle men who think
to drink their demons down,
in rounds.

Now agony still hounds me
though elsewhere mirth...

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MOST BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS POEM
It’s that Christmas time of year
Everybody is of good cheer
The snow is falling down outside
And we’re all going on a fun sleigh...

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Well, darn--I wish bushes grew faster.
That might help me avoid a disaster.
What is a buzz-maestro supposed to do
when a Hummer takes nectar from you?

I've buzzed...

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She’s certain to be reminded when she returns for a visit
what an awful child she was to raise
the kid who brought home report cards of...

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Upon the freshly fallen snow
Outside a church a horse and buggy
Waits for the owner to arrive
They are going for a ride
To a farm that has...

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Weaving, stumbling from one job to another
  His roadmap reeks of discontinuity
And that is why his home's a cardboard box
  He's squandered each...

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