Gimlet Poems - Poems about Gimlet

...A skeletal smirk at the school door - the greeter-teacher; 50 years later, I feel his gimlet eyes at my back, that leer is now plugged with dirt, yet it can still be traced in the brown water sta......

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... Breath of fresh air on Christmas Day To walk cliffs briskly and view the sea Boat's in the harbour, anchors away Silent good wishes to sailors from me. Ragged cormorant on favourit......

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...I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub (a poetic partial fiction blended, diced, fricaseed, marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, stewed... with fact) Hmm... ......

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...jampacked city streets that jangled and banged in the raucous jarring day shifted from business to boogaloo squeezing into moonlight party lights gin and lime-kissed gimlet sequined dress st......

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...I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023 Unseen enemy invades my body with platoon of green berets air rating, and enfilading immune system viz Hib bully knock and sock kin me c......

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...Papery feathers strain to take wing. Frills ruffle, mythic masks gnash at the air beautifully belligerent. Plucked, they dally daily between the surfaces of legend, and the finery of a silk-st......

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...I loathe feeling under the weather..., especially when nasty elephant (named Thomas the pachyderm) stomping to break loose courtesy tether, where antibodies of mine struggle to band together......

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...I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub whereby the missus didst potchke created whirling dervish hubbub after enjoying repast, (fit for a tarnished king), yours truly a......

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...In loving memory the saga goes, or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude. Remnant of an unfinished sentence, broken shadow haunt awash with grief, snapshot at the edge of a w......

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...Thus, methinks himself wise to don cooking apron please do not ask why trumpeting self as master chef boyardee so move over wife and allow husband to try his hand (using skill - let) me prepare ......

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...Her golden hair and gimlet eyes Caught me completely by surprise. With her I felt virile and strong As she slowly led me along. ......

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...I relish being hungry for popslop grub... (on second thought lemme join anorexic club until rib cage protruding taut and visible doubling as drum to drub synchronized with heart that goes lub d......

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...I met a man on the road today otherworldly, gamin, fey. A gimlet look in his jaundiced eye, he held my gaze and I questioned why he wandered here, a mendicant man of pleasant demeanour, when,......

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...Timothy Catchpole lived in a field on the edge of a deep, dark wood. One of a long line of Catchpoles he was, who tried to do nothing but good. Home was a nest on an ear of corn, in a fresh gr......

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...The greeter-teacher, the smirkier at the door. I feel his gimlet eyes at my back and though it is 5o years later and his mouth is now plugged with dirt his leer can be traced in the brown water......

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