“Brewing”
by Positive Mark
Brewing my coffee.
Brewing your tea.
You sit and chant now, while I burn the incense.
Dragon’s blood gives us a shield in this instance.
I hover close at a Goddess insistence.
She soothes the pain of an artist’s existence.
I stood on the porch.
Lifted the last of last night’s cold libations like raising a torch.
Emptied the glass with a thrust of my arm.
Mother responded to me with a charm.
She didn’t take it all straight to the ground.
Some of the particles swirled all around.
Dancing in air like a school of live fish.
I closed my eyes tight.
Made a wish.
I wonder how the trees feel when their leaves finally blow away,
Or when the baby birds nesting there grow old enough to give their mothers chase?
Sitting under her shade,
Do old trees feel pride when they’ve reached their resting age?
Patiently waiting paladins,
There’s thunder in my mind that contemplates,
Why is it that you can’t help but be selfless for all the rest of your days?
Maybe I could learn something from the trees as I hide from the Sun’s rays,
A slumber under your protection,
I wish I could thank you to your face.
I’m thankful for your creation,
I’m thankful you’ve never asked for your thanks.
I’m thankful for your patience,
I apologise for your brothers,
Memorialisised in the planks.
Tranquil,
I humbly offer libation.
I’m grateful for you,
Thanks.
I do enjoy imbibing a vintage libation
now and again (and again, and again)
but when I thought I'd bought
the best bottle of Bordeaux money can buy,
then looked at the label on the back,
before pulling the cork, I nearly had a heart attack.
'Characterised by a great body,' it stated,
'velvety cedar and hazelnut texture,'
but my taste buds went unsated,
'with an intense deep ruby red colour,' to summarise,
'possesses exceptional aromas of cherries,'
and much to my surprise,
'with hints of vanilla, blackcurrant, raspberries,
cassis and tobacco which reveal
a long, chocolaty finish and a good mouth feel.'
Altho' this above-average beverage may in time be fine,
I'm truly convinced no grapes were unduly harmed
in the making of this wine!
Sharing my love narration,
Causing much elation,
Ignoring cant negation,
Here tis love central station,
Harmless joy aeration,
Heart is your curation,
Pixie dust your vocation,
Love needs no stagnation,
Evolving, with illustration,
Never has privation,
Revoked our sublimation,
Scribbling this summation,
"Pour blessed love libation!"
You and I are at the sink
We’re making martinis
‘bout time
Don’t you think?
Beefeaters my gin
Your choice Bombay
We’ve tried many others
But don’t often stray
You are very precise
Mix yours 4 to 1
Me, not so particular
Vermouth, almost none
I’ll take an olive
You like a twist
If there’s no fruit
You’ll use ‘Lemon Mist’
The first sip brings a smile
And good conversation
There’s nothing quite like
This Royal Libation
We sip and enjoy
Gaze out at the view
And offer a toast
Here’s to Life, Here’s to Love, Here’s to you
April 6—Beverage, libation, liquid…
Daily Ritual Drinks Drink
in the morning
I drink a cup
of snarling hot coffee
while watching the news.
in the afternoon
I shift to tea
either earl gray
or herbal tea.
a day without Earl Gray
is not a good day.
at sunset
I drink red wine
with my wife.
as the evening
shifts into night
I drink rum
or whiskey.
to eat the day
right.
My ancestors, so wise and so strong,
Your legacy will live on in a song.
Your courage and strength were so bold,
You were brave and you were bold.
Your hardships and struggles I cannot ignore,
Your stories are a part of my core.
Your wisdom and love I will never forget,
Your legacy will never be met.
Your spirit will live on in me,
Your courage and strength will always be.
Your memories will stay in my heart,
Your legacy will never part.
Laminated libidos
Liquidate lovelorn longings
Lunar Lycanthropes
soon
close
almost
a month
her cycle
repeats itself
not in birth
but rebirth
wax and wane
the full moon
takes out
a red tide
June is
the strawberry moon
and the honey moon
Salute
drink mead
for honey sweet
and red
wine for
the blood
Champagne when you celebrate
Wine just for the taste
Whiskey when you need to forget
And you have no time to waste
Beer when it’s hot and the work is done
Brandy when the nights turn cold
Rum on the beach fresh fruit within reach
Isopropyl when you're growing old
Scotch and whatever, black tie affairs
Vodka helps you play your role
But lying in the bed of an old pickup truck
Tequila... lets you visit your soul
liquor
crushed ice
an effervescent tonic
an engaging libation
a crystal glass an empty mass
a looking glass an engaging lass
a reflection fills the flask
an hourglass figure smooth as glass
a view deep
a deep view
a hot and hard jigger
an episodic embrace of the stem
a nicely paced repetitive stroked type grip
measured
a high pitch pleasured note of delight
a charge
and another...
...and another...
...and...
….....
...a spill...
...a swig...
...a swallow
an emphatic gush
a coupled roast
an orgasmic toast
a sexual rush.
31~10~2014
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