Long Swigging Poems

Econo Lodge sign
       High
        On
        Its
      Pylon

Best we can do
For...

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Whiskey on the rocks, advised by my doc
combats dementia, so bring on the blocks
no need for a glass;  I'll have me the bottle
with a big bowl of ice this baby I'll throttle

The whiskey's gone,...

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RITES OF PASSAGE
Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice...

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I followed milky and mouldy scents,
down cobbled and narrow paths,
only to see it riddled with rats,
feasting on Feta and Camembert,
whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to
clash against the cider swigging downers!

The Fromage Frenzy and Curd...

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SEQUESTERED IN THE SUMMER FOUND IN THE FALL by phree!

Me and Mary once went out for a ride upon the sea
I recall swigging down tequila just Mary and me
Two huge engines made that boat seem...

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SEQUESTERED IN THE SUMMER FOUND IN THE FALL

Me and Mary once went out for a ride upon the sea
I recall swigging down tequila just Mary and me
Two huge engines made that boat seem to suggest...

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THINK PINK

Me and Mary once went out for a ride upon the sea
I recall swigging down tequila just Mary and me
Two huge engines made that boat seem to suggest it could fly
Or was it just...

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Written on January 26, 2020
By Gail DeBole

Drink up daredevils!
It’s not a joke.
The human toe in your drink 
Is not just taking a soak. 

It’s challenged many drinkers 
And many have exclaimed, 
“Ewwww, What’s going on?...

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Not caring what people think
She just takes another drink
Stronger than the one before
She is swigging more and more
Trying to drown all the pain
From the sight of the blood stains
She walked into late one night
Memories of...

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Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden. 
No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others.
The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly.
Flipping their hair. He had a salacious appetite,...

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the rig sails on
the captain at the wheel
steel billowed crosswinds
and Willie's gruff twang

come back...maybe not flip-flop 
rigs riggin' is sailin', movin'
waving goodbye to yesterday
I'm a stowaway into today

ahead is clear horizon
aft is crewed distant past
the...

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Inside fleshy walls, wallowing in youth,
lava coarses corrosive through peeled licorice
onward, fleeing the thundering stone
vacillating at the center of a man slugging
elderberry wine, to become both numb and Dionysus. 
Yellow convertibles park on brown-banged boulevards
obstructing...

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Well if you insist

I am not the color of my skin or the clothes on my back.  
I am not who or what you assume me to be. 
I am not a foul mouthed...

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Flying on a broomstick, taking the Knight Bus
Arriving on the platform without any fuss
Visiting Warner Brothers for a fan was a must
In the magic and the mystery we all did trust

A Wow! As we entered...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Twas the night before new year, and all through the inn,
They were drinking the whiskey and swigging the gin;
They raised up their glasses, as the countdown begun,
Said goodbye to the old year, with...

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The teapot house takes our meadow to the brink.
It makes us feel delightful, increasing our pink.
She is colorfully whimsical, an imaginative drink.
We feel her compassion, as around her we slink.

Have you ever been inside? A...

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[Foreword: spring in the UK is delightful 
But it isn’t all sunshine and roses!]

                     ...

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God over us 
like hard rock covering land mollusks,
shielding them 
from tropic sun
 (like hell raging on Gomorrah)
and velvety ocean breeze 
carrying salt to season coconut water.
Zebra type, like a leopard’s stubborn spots,
Shun the selfless...

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Long ago in Northern England there was a big lake of heavenly nectar. The lake was called 'Love'. One day Layman was going along the lake-side road with his friends. He didn't know how to...

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I have my first cider

Look at you
Swanning around like you own the place
Swigging your drink

I have my second cider

Your fancy talk
You brag all the time, can't you shut up?
Your voice is annoying

I have my third...

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Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice decibels rose,
raucus...

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Happy Hunting Ground
David J Walker

I wonder
            If a campfire is
Burning bright
            In the...

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RITES OF PASSAGE
Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice decibels rose,
raucus laughter oiled by the beer
brought forth more plates of festive cheer.
Cards slid noiselessly over the American
cloth, copper coins switching from pot to pot,
enthralled children watching on, ‘til
banished with a special treat, to the cold
stairs, or now bare front room, or to play
out in the deserted  twilight street.
Every year the ritual was much the same,
a  family ‘bring and share’ , long before
 such gatherings were given this name...

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CHRISTMAS PAST
Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice decibels...

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if i woke up from
on the kitchen table
and saw her standing
there at the fridge
pouring tomato juice
into her bloody mouth,
wearing nothing
but that yellow dress
she cut in half
last halloween after walking
to the river where she
said the most...

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