Summer Drink Poems

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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Hot TEA in a small cup? Yes.
But only once in a while.
Cold TEA in a large glass? Yes.
But only once in a while.

Notwithstanding, a large...

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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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chilly perked this coffee tale

ice cube clinked beans prevail

cool refreshing trip

summer fellowship

a brew journey never fail.
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cold brew is an iced sensation

coffee chilled my worst temptation

so bold and smooth

summer sweet tooth

frosted cups of caffeination.
...

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in this mug sweet roses dance

ballet brew of excellence

petals entwine

sips that define

a tasteful Rosehip romance.
...

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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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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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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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Mother was away, plucking hens
So I got my mead, in the special hip flask
Sat by the fence, just by the green
Time slipped along, Ken joined...

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I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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A drink of Summer,
strawberry lemonade skies;
Crushed ice left refreshed;
Lukewarm waves grow into flames 
becoming a bit sultry....

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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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