Long Distillery Poems

"Election Edition"  posted 1 Nov 2020
politicians:      like diapers, need frequent changing (for the same reason)

debates are like steer horns      a couple points with lots...

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I board the midnight train because no one had an extra room to spear
I reserved an overnight seat that will take me into the deep
I didn’t know where I was going and all I needed...

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. Mouser.

The distillery cat was flat on his back
He’d had too much to drink.
The silly moggy his mind was foggy
He could hardly think.

It was thee day he was on his way
His time was really up.
The...

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hi I'm Baxter Belknap Mandible IV
the Ninth Earl of Burneydick
I'll be heading your inner assault team
would you like the wine list
we have a nice Retaliation 666
somewhere over the rainbow
where every two-bit overheard whisper is an...

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It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
     ...

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I am sitting in the sun watching destiny on the run
 the cars are circling around the bend and you can tell that
the show is coming  to an  end. The fire has gone...

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It doesn't matter where we go
as long as we're together.
Surrounded by kids and grandkids
Laptop replaced by the kids.
Going to the land of the Maple trees
To refresh and revive the earlier visits 
Of Niagara, the Antiope...

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In my close vicinity has come a neighbor 
Who is seen by all as a terrible bore
No one is quite sure of his identity
Nobody seems to endure his audacity
	
If you go to him, he will...

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My Destiny
Oh God! Look at my destiny page plain
Why separation is written time and again

Her Conversation
She avoids conversation,
But I want confabulation.

Your Complain
Your eyes' tear come out of my eyes,
You still complain, we don't love you.

My...

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Deathsnake coiling, squeezing.
Heavy soul wheezing.
Conforming for conjoining.

A trick or two sets the mood.
Teasing and pleasing.
For a quickened f-_-ening.

In distillery of proofs.
In massage of noose.
Native tongued nativity.

Masochism helix form.
Homing sense reaching.
To carry me the way home?

The...

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The Mystery of Hillary


The humility, oh Hillary…
What are thou good for?
As you rub shoulders with the rich, in victory,
And stomp your feet on the poor…

The conspiracy, oh Hillary…
You still want to be President!
The first lady...

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Hillary and Her Kitchen

What if you were to show me some sign
That what you now had never was mine
Next thing you knew you were creator
Of a program called, "The Hillianator."

An alligator up desires likes to...

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Sweet morning sunshine --
Damn you how I
despise this labor
that lies ahead.

The cousin of Grizzly Adams’
patiently waits with the
ancient white pickup truck
he ran me over with while I slept.

Off we go with the toolbox
dancing in the...

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Robert Burns  - P is for Poet.

Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at...

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Robert Burns  - P is for Poet.

Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at...

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Jasper Newton Daniel was born in 1850.
He hailed from a small town called Lynchburg in Tennessee.
Jack was born on a farm located in Moore County.
He was one of twelve children born to the family.
At an...

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i thought about leaving on a train
i thought about walking blindly in the rain
i thought about going somewhere where no one could find me
in the end it was your true love that would thankfully blind...

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An Ice Fishing House, Abandoned, in Need of Repair

That same shed waits
by the trees.
Waits on its skids
for the lake to freeze,
and the for the creaking 
joints of bickering 
stoop-shouldered men
as they push it out to...

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They say that naught in life is free;
With that, I have to disagree.
In Oregon, you get the views
Of waves and sand and, if you choose,
A tour of something now in vogue -
The brewery where they...

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Massil with Carn Mor Dearg
you rear up in massive bulk
Devonia volcano with collapsed dome
proud you stand against darkening skies

Many to your summit climb
wary of your cloud chambers
us mortals tremble at your storms
forked lightening flashing deadly...

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'Midst towering fells and tumbling streams
A building stands, not all it seems.

The River Derwent passes near –
So bright and bubbling, cool and clear.

In Sprinkling Tarn it has its birth
Then frolics down for all its worth.

So...

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This colorless liquor originated in Russia
The numbers of drinks it can make are a plethora.
It is distilled from potato mash, or from wheat or rye.
Its popularity is something no one can deny.
The name comes...

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Fourth Word Has Occurrred Horn Poetry By Me Poems

Fourth Word Has Occurred
Horn Poetry by me
No Money Not Funny
Had Humor Late bloomer
Did suggest go West
Gain Vote Grab coat
Is Hillary A Distillery
Great Scot farm bought
Humor Senseless more...

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I am the bleary eyed bemoaner
of self made misery
my body's not a temple
its more of a distillery
drinking doesnt numb the pain
but it numbs my awareness of it
sat talking to myself in the corner
like a sodden...

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