Long Sloe Poems

"Slow Gin and Astral Conversations"



A maze me?

I’m the architect 
of my own destiny
he beguiled her 
incessantly 
from the depths of 
his bottled up Carceri
she knew him 
before he became 
a complex 
well-hidden 
Piranesi
twixt your world
and...

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Zorba was a friend of mine
momentum of lunacy shine
insane shrieking lunacy
to venture to an exotic island.
Let's be free; snip the strap.

sardonic heart phratry man
Shamans are ritzy ladies!
at the maximum load level
a stampede of race cars
Eternity...

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mallards... a pair
koi carp can't compete... duck feet
strang orange shapes
~
sunshine... summertime
fickle spring... climate changing
muted cuckoos
~
Jenny wren... begging
let summer have its way
seasons confound spring
~
first orange tip
fluttered by... seeking partners
tortoiseshell denied
~
sloe... blackthorn blossoms
cover branches... bumper crop
sloe gin......

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Evergreen flavored mantras
did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips
nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy.
Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one
as your poppy shed its last sepal 
releasing a scarlet sigh across...

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JACK DANIELS met JIM BEAM at the CANADIAN CLUB
to discuss their upcoming trip on the CUTTY SARK.
They were planning a vacation to a Caribbean cove
to get some SOUTHERN COMFORT.

JOHNNY WALKER, who had a disagreement with
them...

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It's the time of butterflies to fly
 angelic wings drifting hurried by
  in the powdered blue clouded sky;
retrograde illusions left from spring
 revolving a floating dance upon the wing
  venturing into summer's fling;
hovering...

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JACK DANIELS met JIM BEAM at the CANADIAN CLUB  to discuss their upcoming trip on the 

CUTTY SARK.  They were planning to go south for some SOUTHERN COMFORT, but when the 

ship had...

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Sloe,
and black as Gin
I am the slave
of the spated, sibilant river.
It is opaque and powerful,
panting wearily like a dog.
It waits
and implores me,
to drink the perfumed wet earth
from which its voice emits.
In gasps as muted as...

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October now is on its way;
November mists are here to stay.
With mornings dark and damp and drear
The wintry blast is ever near.
	Welcome to November.

A mournful mist entombs the trees.
All is still – no hint of...

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Open to suggestion I’ve always been

Single gals were called as I sipped sloe gin

      Roses wilting in the heat

      Why did they land at MY...

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Absolut a total blackout
Baileys a trifle sweet with a big kick
Courvoisier won't make you an expert
Drams of spirits to up lift you
Echelon for wining and dining
Fireball wow that was hot
Gin maybe a Sloe to help...

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Mute hues of dusk gone, still ‘cept for clerid
Sight is slight, sloe murk taunts with ‘a whisper
Shadows come creeping, silence grows trepid

Twilight so stark, not ‘beam of pale lunar
Seeps through this chill shroud of ritual...

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A chill of Autumn in the air
and spider’s webs are everywhere
these delicate exquisite works of art
such beauty and joy fills my heart

Old Man’s beard has just appeared
weaving its way through blackberry bushes
loved that name when...

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She spilled porridge down her tutu
As she drank her mug of wine
Sank it in just three swallows
And then she wanted mine

She wore a pair of dirty ballet shoes
Practised plies down the stairs
Played the prima ballerina
With...

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It’s wrong to judge people by appearance
So when he approached me with that grimace
I tried to see what’s inside
Perhaps a sweet prince did hide
Behind scaly green skin on the surface

He offered his lips, I felt...

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oh prunus spinosa 
you are my delight
oh prunus spinosa
flowering so white

to see this thorn maturing
in the autumn hue
makes my heart want to sing
so full of fruit, deep blue

but there is this bitter taste
is there something...

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The clocks have moved forward. The Lyth Bank lanes
are primrose studded. Sparky celandines
wide open to the sun as winter wanes 
and lengthening days renew age-old designs.
A pre-dawn chorus, eager for the day,
each one its neighbour...

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Mr. Jangles, circus clown
Sat in bar at edge of town
Wore a melancholy grin
As he sipped his sloe fiz gin

Grease paint face for evening show
Yellow wig and velvet bow
Baggy pants and pointed shoes
Comic Jangles loved his...

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Autumn – Constanza

The season that I like the most;
who cares for callow, shallow youth?
The young know nothing, that’s the truth.

With swallows, on their trip engrossed,
I, too, feel atavistic yearning
to celebrate the season’s turning.

And chestnuts in...

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Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups.
Booze-hounds doze
over imaginary throbbing bikes,
their noses tucked into studded chests.

A thick thighed woman whoops
and cusses for no apparent reason,
adjusts her rocking bar-stool,
squirms while cajoling with a low-cut.

“Give her a long...

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Is the title an answer or question.
Or merely a posing suggestion.
From where I stand, I never can tell.
If I should whisper or if I should yell.

Is there reason enough to continue?
Is the news new enough...

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first, 
it was a single entity
 an unbrilliant black charcoal sloe female by identity
 faded shadowy shades of stygian dark
slipping in and flitting flower to flower making mark

second,
two came dancing like onyx layers
 colors changed...

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Round and ready
Fit to burst
They grow like grapes here
Cheek to cheek they bend the bones of the branches

Every year
Two daughters
A mother
A grandmother
Rid the jewels of their armour
Delicately balancing beauty between thumb and forefinger
Tough
Like compacted snow

I...

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Was a time when passion was in fashion
Movie stars and models fairly bubbled
As sloe eyes and sexy looks were meant
To arouse the psyche that was troubled

Then somewhere passion went out of fashion
And the ones we...

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By lane and path the English hedgerow,
In which so many wild things grow,
For centuries has crossed the land –
A world of nature, close at hand.

In Spring the blackthorn's cloaked in snow,
Its pure white blossoms first...

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