Liquor Poems

More habit forming than any drug or liquor

More habit forming than any drug or liquor

I considered myself sophisticated and wise,
but the addictive power of texting
and subsequently sexting
took me by surprise,
and impossible mission to neutralize
despite experiencing scraping rock bottom
as emotional lows courtesy accusations
from the alewife, nevertheless
communication, envisioning, and flirting
with a veritable unknown females
generates testosterone filled highs
diatribes hurled lambasting me
despite trying to articulate
faux convincing

liquor and run

Take a shot from me
maybe rum maybe whiskey
one sip two bites and a large swag
hungry dinner night 
a quick 
sip
and spinning 
ryming words that never were
laughing at sins 
all for a date
the calender strikes again
would You like to dine

Just one more beer

Time passes slowly when the mind is clear 
But when the mind gets muddled, like mint in a jar, 
There never seems enough liquor by far 
And you tell yourself just one more beer 
To fill an lonely Saturday night 
For try as One might  
The thoughts and trauma nightmares 
Come creeping with regret

Writing Poems About Stolen Liquor

A small vial,
I’ve nicked it,
A bottle of tequila,
Aren’t I a delinquent,

My heart is racing
Against my mind,
What a craze
To be foolish and hungry,

Must be clever,
even more cunning,
I’ll Regret this forever?
Never know ‘till I try…

Can’t forget the promise
I’m leashed to,
Said I wouldn’t again...
Now where to?
	
Maybe i’ll just tell him,
He’s doing the same kinda,
Even last night,
He told me

I Love the Liquor More

I Love the Liquor More

My decor, is empty walls, a tv, and one reclining chair
The front doors, like a gate to hell, where mem’ries, lie heavy in…the air
Each window leaks a breath of hope, but the smokes, got me falling down.. the stairs
Is there a message, in those twelve steps, I don’t know, but you

Blue-Tail Fly

Jimmy crack corn I’ve been told.
Why would Jimmy crack his corn?
It gives kick to liquor bold,
makes you wonder why you’re born.

Yet, that mean ol’ blue-tail fly
makes you want to stay inside.
Its bite’s so bad, makes you cry
like a love that’s been denied.

Jimmy likes liquor it’s true
braving nasty bites he gets,
goes and keeps that still a’brew,
protects

A Drink of Liquor In the Rain

Vodka or Scotch, what can I down in the lounge with the rain singing outside?

The cool feeling isn't in just the drink. The cool air and the cold ambience, is adding a good touch.

There is something else missing that has to make this all complete.

Perhaps you can give me an answer to what I think

They Met At Micky's Liquor Store

It was kind of late,
the town had gone to sleep
while some had woke up real early.

Nothing bustled, nothing moved quickly,
the moon had faded into a dark graveyard.
Micky's was open,
blue and yellow neon
fizzed static in the dewy dark.

She was not young
but she looked good in cowboy boots.
He had not shaved
but he looked almost sober
in his stained

The Springs of Ceres Jewels of the Belt

Berenices and Arcturus
We're inspired.Hydra spoke
new words that tickled there
fancy. 
Creation recreates , creation
The sources of which is
Sourced.
We are the materials with origins
Sourced by our own meeting, 
gathered truths seeding like
sourced stones.
The things we know and those
things we don't know, hyperthermolly
speaking. They asked does Booted
stand in the Hydras of Ursa's pouring
To have us to believe the

Hot Flash

Feverish red hot
Cool as ice liquor shots
Turn on air my gosh!

Delicious Liquor of Poetry

The liquor of poetry is sweet...
Donates taste to life,
moves the ideas,
sweetens the mind...
Kiss us ardently,
offer us love,
exults our existence...
Savour it,
with constancy...!
It benefits the soul... !

Glass of Life

For total optimism,
Fill the glass up to the brim,
With bourbon, vodka and gin,
This is a glass of life,
Liquor causes too much strife,
Need to look through spiritual eyes,
Alcohol I do despise!

Too Much Liquor

I will take a goblet of that and two shot glasses of that, sure why not? 
My eyes will cross twice and fire will come out of my eyes, but it is okay.
I am ready to take on whatever torture you have for me; let me have it. 
I am not afraid of anything today;

Liquor

Foggy never ends over the smallest room
Shape of microphone lay in the brown table
Waitress busted on and took imperial bottle
Commonly appeared in a metrosexual nimble

Unwrap whiskey, notice slicing jumbles 
Used up with joys who teased me in great sable
Until my wistful eyes seemed bubbled 
Under frustration I glup whine with gloom

Liquor Up Front Poker In the Rear

There once was a fellow like me
Designed to make love happily
But there was a vicar
Who said, "You can't liquor
Until you can grow a goatee!"

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