Long Nip Poems
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Ice cream cones are meant to drip
But once you’ve got the knack,
You catch those drops on tongue or lip
To help preserve your snack.
At times the bottom of the cone
Might form a little hole,
Allowing an escape, unknown
When ice cream’s in a bowl.
So someone came up with a plan -
A paper cone-shaped coat
To overlay the cone, but man,
They’d never get my vote!
The paper's somehow always stuck;
It’s hard to peel away.
Thus, oftentimes, I’m out of luck
And there’s a price to pay.
I either toss the cone before
I’m finished or I might
Ingest some shreds of paper, more
Than I want in a bite!
Ah, sweet slumber of nip-laden dreams;
the milk of mother moon bestowed,
a blessed drink and lactose-free
to this mine humble, feline throat.
Running freely through outer space,
I touch upon thy blessed universe.
My home of emerald and lapis lace,
is where in I lay in furred repose.
Chasing neon rainbows in nebulae bright,
my dreams are filled with gold doubloons.
I’ll spend them on treats and nip-delight,
and chase away any greedy tycoons.
A feline black as obsidian night,
in a home filled with human love;
among the faeries and tree sprites,
mind flies just like the doves.
Friendship based on favors,
Favors that require you to break rules
Or compromise your character and values
Is not true friendship ...
A true friend will always expect your best, but forgive your worst
Will always encourage you in honesty and kindness, but curb your enmity
Will NOT stand by and allow others to hurt you
But, nor will they allow YOU to hurt others
Because they know your heart at its core
And they love you completely
They know that by mistreating others
You are damaging yourself even MORE
And the well-being of your spirit is their priority and care
As theirs is to you ...
We are ALL fighting battles in our lives
We all go through illness and injury and grief
We all struggle daily to keep our heads above the deluge
And we all need love and friendship to heal
But those hardships are not an excuse to mistreat others
Or a reason to garner sympathy and favors
Nor are they meat for speculation and manipulation and envy
If someone ever expects otherwise
It does not come from a place of love or kindness or light
And certainly NOT ... friendship.
Son, please don't look at me with that cold stare and judge me when I twist the cap, pour a glass, and tilt my head gently.
Just know that I'm searching for a little relief and peace of mind. Unfortunately, in this world, peace can be hard to find.
No excuses! But life has a strange way of unfolding in all kinds of ways. It's going to test you, tempt you, beat you down, and humble you every day.
So, bolster up, my boy, and get to know the Most High. As you go through life, you’ll see and feel some unpleasant things, I won’t lie.
But there are also many beautiful things, like you. So always stay genuine, treat people right, and stay true.
I stayed away from the funny cigarettes, pills, powder, and needles. I'm not proud of my lil' nip, and I pray to the Most High that you never get involved in any of that as you face life's riddles.
So, son, don't look at me with disdain when you see me take a lil' nip. Just know I'll be back, but for now, I'm taking a quick lil' trip.
-Nip At The Cauldron-
My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack.
I lay restless, unable to commit to my new found lover. Lest it shouldn’t be so. I am you. A demon rung the bells of my adored solitude and grasped away at thee. The pungent odor of Sulphur filled my lungs heavy with soot.
The night remained an insomniacs dream as I heard the succubus calling. The energy piercing my skin, as I called the enchantments that my father once taught me. I was protected, but not invincible.
Hear and there, a shadow standing over me. Whispering indistinguishable language, that no man would want to decipher. Tapping the furniture to make sure of the unbearably long night ahead. Feeling the entities hatred. Limitless burden, all I wanted was calm silence. But, I can also hear my horse carrying the same unease as I.
Or at least, I did for a time. I can no longer hear of the outside world. Only the whispers. The sound of silence twas' no more. It grew louder and louder. As if, my horses fate was in spite. It threw its head on my lap. To enlist my heart with fear. The darkness grew as I came to realize, I was dead.
Summer is tethered to the scent of a rose,
and bubbling brooks, where minnows nip at bare toes.
Spring urges Summer on, and indeed, it shows;
freeing the rivers and lakes that Winter froze,
while greening the dried grasses of the meadows.
A sizzling hot Summer sun shines down all day,
warming swimming pools where children splash and play.
And, bronzes with an ultraviolet ray,
as folks flock to sandy beaches, come what may.
Children launch paper kites on a rising breeze;
and eat apples picked from wild crabapple trees,
while playing outdoor games, and skinning their knees.
Dreading the thought that Winter will reappear,
I find that Summer is the best time of year.
I'll choose Summer over Winter any day!
I hate the cold, frozen feet, and runny nose;
as well as shoveling snow from the driveway,
I'd rather swelter in Summer's heat than freeze.
Fall shifts my metabolism into low gear
till I find myself wishing Summer would stay.