Long Baileys Poems
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Standing there wearing
Baileys holding a Glass
of Cognac I notice your
time piece Kremlin findings
as you calmly approached
my shyness I recognised
the untimely gesture leaving
my quarters knowing full
well beruit was near you
offered yourself with no
strings an yet bombs sounded
throughout the night time
air I was taken an yet
startled King we were taken
to stone slabs draped with
teal fabric peppermint oils
garments of silk I wore you
into the night while we
cringed with fright the town
emptied the tower tumbled
I kelp yours smile in view
as your body crumbled into
the rumble of yesterday I
awakened to the sound of
the sun rising in the east
as I returned to blood
soaked carnage absent
from heaven remembering
only your touch your warmth
your illuminated essence burning
my soul whispering dasvidanyia
from Russia with love
My Home Is No Fortress
Speechless thoughts flow out as words when the drawbridge is upended
From turrets they wind down and spiral into a stream of consciousness
Gently wind to and fro processions of images narratives a dreamy river
Drought happens as I resort to the keep when beleaguered by onslaught
of foes breaking barbicans collapsing foreign walls in the most barbarian way
Crowded rampage seizes ramparts and bulwarks of my own defences
Baileys and mounts scream battle cries of injustice injured in ignorance
Thus I decide there’s no longer a need for arrow loops since my truths
reject the heart ache of anger and would much rather be conquered by love
I conclude therefore to raise spiky stakes portcullises and misconceptions
and suppose that it is not me who built their house on evaporation and sand
When my thoughts slide up and down buttresses and find their words
vulnerable projections dissolve and my home is once more a wide open space
16th November
Three months ago, I never had any thoughts
About, love, loving someone, or being in love,
They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
? C. JoyBell C.
If I was to tell you that I saw a rose blooming in the heart of winter
No one would believe me, that love struggling to stay afloat.
Perhaps, the rose is here to remind us, of something, we’ve have forgotten
During the summer's months, (like did we stop and smell the roses)? Such cliché indeed)
I never thought of the rose, until two days ago, when I told my friend about
That single rose I uses to get ever 6th of the month:
That too had stopped when our love for each other was dying like the rose:
However, the memory is still here, did I appreciated the rose gestures on the months
Yes, I did, I felt love, I felt the warmth inside.
It seems like I am going to be alone once again for Christmas
But I will think of that single rose,
I will drink my eggnog, and baileys Irish Cream
But will not bake my goose, but I will relive
Past memories, my mistletoe kiss will have to wait,
And disguise my disappointment like a true trooper:
Laughter brings many positive qualities into the world and into human relationships.
I am now seeing, why a laugh, a smile, a body gesture
Can make a person feel so good inside,
When he smiles at me:
And it's because, I open my heart, once again:
The smell of dark coffee brews in early morn
Such a treat to wake up to, when I’m groggy and worn
I’m not fond of fancy frothy coffee shop brews
None of them will really do
Unless you pour a spot of Irish cream to fire ups the horn
When my girlfriend Susie would come over to stew
I always put on a fresh pot of dark roasted coffee to brew
I have always been a softy when giving her a caring shoulder
We enjoyed the bliss of coffee and Baileys Irish Cream liqueur
to make us bolder.
Friendship with laughter is a treasure with a sip of coffee will always do
When I was young,
Mommy would sometimes wake up looking like a fuddled zombie,
But
As soon as she’d have her first cup of sugary with cream coffee
She’d be our mommy again cooking us something good for our tummies.
12/9/2016
Eustace and Matilda “Tilly”
not as noticed as silly Billy.
Quirky Baileys, too,
but their uncle dropped the metaphorical shoe.
It’s a wonderful life
except for the strife.
Potter, “the old fart,”
is evil at heart.
Uncle Billy with knots on his fingers
too long, he lingers,
bragging, that he wraps cash
in a newspaper mishmash.
On a bridge too far,
taking responsibility from the “nut bar,”
George is set to step off,
until with an angel, he’s face-off.
Water is love,
when given a shove,
like when the floor split,
and the Charleston was a hit.
An Angel second class,
without wings, makes a splash.
George seemingly saves the old guy,
but “he’s never been born,” in the blink of an eye.
This heartwarming movie has whistles and bells.
In a small town dwells
evil and good. You can tell which wins.
To see the end, you must watch where it begins.
A must watch for me, every Christmas!
Having a party to welcome the New Year !
There will be a great variety of canapes,
and popcorn in flavors,
hot chicken wings,
cheesy nachos and tacos,
tear apart garlic bread,
meatballs in a spicy barbecue sauce,
and fruity, frosty margarita's !
Eggnog custard tarts and Bourbon brownies,
a white chocolate cake with Baileys,
and at exactly midnight we will all
toast the New Year . . .
with sparkling popped champagne
in fluted glasses!
Disclaimer: I will not be responsible
for your hangover on January 2 !
_________________________
December 30, 2019
Poetry/Epulaeryu/New Year Eve Party
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1212-647-30
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
The word grateful springs to mind,
And being above ground I don't mind,
As long as I am of sound mind,
With others not having me to mind,
And me fit to children mind.
The only thing I do mind,
Is alcohol I have to mind,
Though a drop or two of baileys in my coffee,
should not cloud my mind.
And there is some baileys chocolate to blow my mind,
So, overall Christmas stimulates my mind,
And given my age the children can mind or not mind,
As another Christmas is always on my mind,
And being being above ground I don't mind,
With another poem just for you in mind.
Hope you have only kind words in mind,
For those of unsound mind,
You have to mind,
With the spirit of Christmas in Mind.
The great harvest comes in once every year,
Hard men toil the earth with sweat on their brow,
Crops of baileys and hops to make the beer,
Each year on tractors the earth they must plough.
The land must be rich in nutrients first,
With the right amount of rain and sunshine,
Farmers will tell you that they are cursed,
Far easier to grow vineyards for wine.
Where would we be without beer in our glass,
No pub would be open and that's a fact,
Who wants to join in with the upper class,
I like my beer and how it makes me act.
So raise a toast to all the beer out there,
A thought to the farmers who made it fair.
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'Round three in the morning I wake
to see that it's time for my break.
I can hardly wait
to keep my sweet date-
I bounce out of bed and then take
my flashlight with me to the fridge
to bring Irish creme- just a smidge-
to my special place,
a real quiet space
where I and my date can abridge
the writes that I worked on that day.
And so, with my Muse and her stay,
with sips of our drink,
we each share a wink
and fine-tune my words right away.
An hour or so and we're done;
I'm bleary, but still, it was fun!
That sweet Irish creme
had sharpened my beam!
Now back to my sleep till the sun.
So this is the vice that I love-
which I find so hard to rid of.
This 'amphetamine'
to thoughts, adds a sheen-
me, Baileys, and Muse up above!
Honest work
Loyal partner
Happy children
Satisfying and ethical passion
Healthy sex life
Interesting hobbies
No pat downs parole probation type
Paying bills on time every time
Dude's night out when girls have night out
Real BBQ
Dancing and meeting new friends
NOT going crazy because of loss or ego
Being who the Divine could see me as
Using up all potential and going kinetic
Speed racer in crisis grandpa in a school zone
Running a mile a day
Coffee with Baileys just to have fun
Support and being supportive for the church
Becoming who I or (we) always looked up to and doing the same
Loving with passion
Cooking like an internationally rebound chef
Ability to go on vacation or at least take the day off as needed but still be valuable to a job because important skill set and motivation to make work better
Friends
Block parties
Bicycle rides
Legos comic books soccer balls and baseball bats whatever Sean needs
Maybe excusing horrible behavior because of her period but still being able to all night when a he is in the mood
Being open and honest about sexualit6
Being open and honest about philosophy and religion
Not giving a about politics but actually becoming an activist planting trees etc. neighborhood watch whatever walking someone else's dog or making sure their mail got to them.
Becoming the lifeguard mentality and being a brother's keeper
Not caring about fashion but being happy to look myself in the mirror
Being okay to be okay
Eating contests
Drinking with friends
Comedy
Romance
Flowers for her
Shopping for her
Nice surprises
My son's first words
My son's first steps
An overwhelming sensation I can't explain
Being less of an ******* or need technically
Hating less
Accepting mor3
Losing but still winning
Disease free
Donor without a ***** b/c more mature
Going to church and not catching on fire
Passing by Satan or whoever the and getting right on the stairway to heaven
Being the best Dad I can be
Best bassist
A little less racist
A lot more carefree
At the same time responsible
Sharing everything
Owning my faults and good qualities
Not being possessive or materialistic