Liquor Store Poems - Poems about Liquor Store

...God is watching you. He is watching me Whether you are a believer or godless He is ringing the dinner bell, come home Heaven's table is crowded with the dead Stay away a little longer to make roo......

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...A(nother) (Sh*tty) Sonnet Cute girl who works the local liquor store counter, I wonder sometimes how I strike you.—am I happy in your eyes?—do you like to speak, when daily, as a steady chore, ......

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...If displaced, found nowhere, but in water of the retention pond, no longer in V-formation, nowhere in the bluest sky, however, beneath and at the behest of angels, ruled b......

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...Happy Hour is one drink short of a buzz. She’s found her remote it was in the back of her mind where remoteness begins. It’s been a tough year so far what with all this apocalyptic going on......

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...Cantina Tina never met one meaner Though she sure looked pretty as the night grew long; And so did I, in the mirror of the john. Bottom of the bottle is where the grass is greener. A Skid Row g......

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...A young man, barely twenty-one, On the town in search of fun. The wrong side of the railroad track And somehow never made it back. A pickup truck, a black guitar… I thought that they would tak......

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...T'was the night before Christmas and through the beer store folks were procuring Christmas cheer by the score. They came from near and far to get bottles of rum to make yummy eggnog and to its ple......

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... Let’s not even swap names, just live in the now, with no strings, no stakes. Hold me close, but loose enough to let go. Come sunrise, I will be just a whisper in your memory. Let’s hit the li......

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...As I awakened to the night terrors again it's 3am. I know I'm being monitored in my own home Ciro Gargano installs cameras to watch my every movement in order to know when I write in my journal he br......

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...The unbearable grief he never wished for or imagined made him a secluded man shunning all Humanity; he clung to a feeble breath so void of each certainty, telling himself he had to fight harder an......

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...This just in from our local news team: A nun was detained by two students after class and forced to drink a dry martini. The students, John Peterson and Shirley Kemper (who wish to......

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...Les Moore went down to the liquor store But then wound up passed out on the floor He woke Gin anointed And guite disappointed So I guess you might say less is more......

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...Three states in five hours. Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice like a KOA campground. A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a swim. Instead we stop at the liquor store, dad buys ......

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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 the Irish Channel Where magnolias blo......

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...“Thank God the Weekend’s Over” ©2021 Jerry Brotherton It’s time to get up and go to work, that old alarm clock said. It’s Monday and I still have her, rolling around in my head. It’s six o’cloc......

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