Liquors Poems | Examples

Summer Nights

I recount the nights of faint, distant glows —
the dimmed party lights of summer —
of silenced streaks of fleeing light, tassels of clouds
adorned in fleeting whites,
on the broad balcony of the west, when the
incidents on the large vestibule of the sun sum up
their lives and times on seasons’ palimpsests.
The wild party closes by the stretch of the twenty-first hour.
Darkness, frightened, creeps in with the stealth of a departing thief,
the coyness and diffidence of an undocumented harlot.
Twilight aids the shut eyes of young irreverent bats;
drunk with summer's furiously spouting liquors,
like the denizens of an unclothed city, they fly low,
with gambolling wings, propelled by unseen strands of evening gales,
shadowing briefly the glints of pimping stars eager to witness the next day’s
orgy.

Brother

Brother oh brother 
Where have you gone 
I have loved you
For so very long
Your dreams and
Life have eaten you
Mind and Body ghostly
Haven’t a clue
There is no hope 
For your return 
Liquors killed your brain
The pages have been burned 
And I wish time could
Erase your tears 
Nightmares would end
Blessings replace fears
I fear you are too
Far removed and done
I don’t think they make 
A bandaid for this one 
Drugs and therapy 
May help you recover 
But the pain of living 
Has pushed you over
Reality is anguish
With so much pain 
Sun doesn’t shine
Everyday is rain
Brother oh brother 
Where have you gone 
I am here always
A sad brothers song

juniper berries

Juniper berries are a brilliant bright blue,
Prettier, not as dark as blueberry’s hue
While growing, prefer warm sunny spaces
Live on several continents, many good places

Add flavor to liquors are a diuretic too
Also, a stimulant, but what can you do?
If you come across one, don’t dive right in
They are bitter off the vine said my cousin Jin.

Preferences Pedestrian

A faded white shirt
    accents his rumpled brown suit
  He takes his place unobtrusively
    sits content, quietly

  His preferences pedestrian
    narrowly bourgeoisie
  Guests sample exotic liquors
    His pleasure is tea

  He cares not for flaming duck, nor for pheasant-under-glass
    His pudgy fingers put a chokehold on a peanut butter sandwich
  For dessert, the raspberry tort was recommended
    ~ Buffett pockets two mints, peppermint-scented


  ____________________________________________________  
  Of course, it's 'The Oracle of Omaha!' Is there any other Buffet 
  on the world's radar?!

All Kinds of Fake Party Smiles

I am living my dream she said
Lying to preserve her dignity

I love my life, he told me.
I knew he must be joking becaise I knew his wife.

My husband's office Christmas party was just getting started
All kinds of fake smiles greeted each other and me

Within hours a variety of liquors had loosened tight tongues
I learned things about strangers' families I never needed to know

I longed to go home, put on my pajamas and hug my husband.
He came by and asked, "Are you doing okay?”

I nodded, because I could tell he was enjoying himself.
And he rarely attends a party.

Haeccity Heard

Hastily stretched, crackled urgent ocean edge relents
Ashamed attempt to escape rejoins campaign of mass
Furtive dig below propels conspirator spasm, next next
Murders brash bouys, cranky spa champagne embrace

Swum undulations, bare back mermaid's dips resurface
Her furvour ploughs halobiont plenty scape, nourished
Snapped lobster lavishly celebrates bountiful turquoise
Sway gaze brazen by bobbing safe island encouraged

Crill swirl sweeps dripped lips, sun baked rock decreed
Beacon mound majesty painted daily in sea gull exhalt
Coconut snow flakes sparkle on cockle clamour bleed
Wave blown eroding scales slow exhales evaporate salt

Ripe globes ground reaped glug nectar so gluttonous
Fibres hibernate ivory rich liquors tipsy Secret Benefits
Land languish survivor devours sugar shards sumptuous
Wipes moreish mouth aft treasure trove haemorrhages




        Fifth May 

      Finesse Saves

Frilly Knickers

Are you missing frilly knickers
Trimmed with lace for city slickers?
Japan's panty line
Will lead to a shrine*
Blessed with love and local liquors!


*Everywhere we lived, my wife's 
frilly knickers disappeared from the 
clothesline, so I LOL when NHK reported 
a Japanese shrine with a "Drop Your Drawers
Here!" slot for women to stuff their panties 
so a priest could sniff out appropriate prayers 
and ablutions to ensure pregnancy.  2,000-years, 
and Christians couldn't think of that?

Pant a Loon

What women stuff in their knickers
Would scare the Hell out of vicars
But girls must know
Win, Place, and Show
The Best of Blue Ribbon liquors

Mother

When the rose bud died you came out
More beautiful than where you originate
Your golden heart loves with no doubt
And your untainted mind doesn't complicate.

Your nature steers my imprudent course
While intoxicated I sit beside your grace
Looking at your buoyancy with no remorse
That I am not as clean as your bare face.

In my blood runs brands of liquors
Morning after morning I take a sip
Until I am consumed like an inebriate critter
Hanging in the verge of sanity's tip.

And when evening comes I sleep not
I wait for the dawn to introduce the Sun
To see you waiting at 6am on the dot
For me to come home after some fun.

Now I stare at an empty bottle of gin
Where the remnants of my childhood lies
Once again, I'm haunted by the ghosts within
They carry the pain that never dies.

The memories of how I took you for granted
Gives me enough chills to keep me sober
I wish I could turn the hands of time if I wanted
For a wonderful person I call my mother.

Philosophizing

Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is hard to bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting ‘buy’, ‘buy’, ‘buy’.
 
Since out is the signal 
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied the market
Of all the brandy, inclusive of
The liquors that brandished
Even a semblance of flavor
That reminded them of this brand.
 
After the run-on brandy
Its prices have rocketed sky-high. 
Engulfed by indignation
But still the avid lover 
That I am of this brand,
I emptied my purse
To offer me a bottle of brandy.
 
Sipping the liquor in a glass
And immersed in happiness 
I sat reinstated to my senses 
And to the art of philosophizing,
And wondered whether the glass
That I held in my hand
Was half-full or half-empty.
 
Misfit to this treacherous art 
But tied to pitfalls in my daily life,
I sat there and gazed contently  
Through my half-filled glass
With intent and pride, enthralled
That I did not have to complain
About things I can’t change.

Donald Trump

Trump moaned 'bout the curse of hard liquors
Was greeted by just childish snickers
     Whilst spouting his lies
     Left open his flies
And flashed the 'Fake News' his pink knickers

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15 September 2017

(9-9-5-5-9 checked with howmanysyllables.com)

The Last Dawn

Gone has God, the mirth as well, love’s sweet liquors
never tell; sun kissed earth, the hope for all, the 
raven’s sigh at coming squall

Take the heart so pounded thus, darkened ardor, sour 
dough’s musk; give the hearth the light of dawn, springs
the trap on spritely fawn

Now the world lies deep in tryst, silk-tongued robbers
slight of wrist; a nod to all who know this tale, perchance 
the shattered dream to fail.

Walk Away Prison

He's without a cellmate
There's no guard with a gun
He's been here for years
But sentenced to none

To this place without bars
No windows or cells
May not sound bad to you 
But to him it was hell

This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights

Cause he's lost all emotion
If the truth be told
Washed them away
With liquors of gold

As he sits on his stool 
Instead of a bunk
All the people in town
Call him a drunk

This walk away prison 
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights

Now he's on death row
Not a friend all around
Except for the one
That he couldn't put down

Though the plea wasn't guilty 
And the verdicts not in
He can't appeal 
For all his sins

This walk away prison 
Where he came every night
They gave him last call
And read him his rights

Lifes Endless Shore

Before you I stood lonely
Cast upon the sea
Lost within my tangled thoughts
Of how this life should be

Drawn to the darkside
Where a man can meet his shame
Aching for the change he seeks
Not accepting of the blame

Destroying hope within myself
Losing all my pride
Drowning in the liquors tide
Whose waves I can't subside

Calling out on others
To help me ease the pain
If one night was not enough
I'd do it all again

So with my hope all but gone
From someone that I knew
A blessing from my past came forth
It's then that I found you

From a friend into a lover
And now you're so much more
Fate has guided our souls here
To share lifes endless shore

For the Love of Poetry

Days arrive days go
January snow
Words shine
In dopamine and oxytocin
In black and white
In figures of delight
Also in colors
In milk and in liquors
The sensor in the prefrontal cortex
Is in a centripetal vortex
Sensitive to the letters
Holds the birds
The imagination tinkers
With their genetic make up
The bird of a tree
Is now in great glee
A bird in a pocket
Flirting with a locket
Poetry in the vicinity
Ephemeral days pulsate
For some moments
Into infinity
Making one psychiatric
For the love of Poetry
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