Long Swilled Poems

The bases needed sweeping 
As the end was drawing near
Buns and weenies waving
As Fans swilled down their beer

The crowd jumped to their feet
As Macy went to bat 
And while walking to the plate
To everyone he...

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This is the best beer I've ever had. 
Yes, The best beer I've ever had. 
No beer is really bad, but 
This is the best beer I’ve ever had. 
 
Beer’s invention was accidental I’m told. 
Something about stored grain...

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He stumbled in, as drunk as sin
with a limp and a nose full of red
He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in
As he raised the drink to his head

He sat on the stool,and the...

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I was in the pub relaxing just the other night,
the time when most drinkers are looking quite a sight,
some drank all alone,
some were on their phone,
and some swilled fighting beer, so they want to fight.

There...

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I CRIED A TEAR; WHAT ELSE COULD I DO

Somebody loves me; I should be so happy.
At night when others are sleeping;
I’m so alone.
   Tears run down my face;
   I cry for...

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“Don’t turn your back on the water...” my grandmother told me as I
skimmed stones across the tiny ripples of rock pools. 
Small scaly creatures and stones sliced toes like knives but
we were full of excitement...

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Cage the rage you envisage
At the slightest intervention
Your mood swing fails to assuage
When folly in full bloom springs into action 

To boost the small ego that looms large
In response to the uncontrolled wrath
Your short fuse...

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Playing With Fire




Afraid for your miscreant soul
While the Devils licking tongues of flame at your heel
With oh so dirty thoughts

Afraid for the flesh
As you are lead to the pits
All the torture there in of your...

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“Four dollars a shot,” 
marched from the bartender’s mouth - 
each syllable carried the clanks
of Herbie’s Rhodes – jutting like 
glacier crags in swells of desert-base. 
They carried the smoke curling like 
a silver chain...

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Gather round while I spin a yarn
  'bout a young gal, grew up in a barn
With horses and cows, she had her own stall
  She loved taking care of them, most of all

She'd...

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Whipping post

Didn't  you watch the on coming storm,  alchalic words ! blew
Dry into my wired mouth , the art of conversation is stilled, while
Your streets soon boiled in fury  , watched by...

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I Think, Therefore Am I?


Neck cracking penumbra
shines on starlit mundanity
ebon macabre epiphanies
fogwebs of my morality
my tongue twists ceaselessly
trinkets of truffled profanity
dearest mirror, mirror reality
has humanity cursed me?
For the fatality of dreams
bared in broken bosoms
of madness...

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Fledgling



The world is so new to me

I awoke in shattered shells
In a nest of razor edges

Everything so familiar
But nothing I remember

The taste of bitter sadness
Lingering in my mouth
It swilled beneath the sweetness
Of a newly fledgling...

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The lady was dressed in” chartreuse;”
To which she made of good use.
Her honey spent money;
On dinner so yummy;
And came close to sexual abuse.

The lady was cloaked in “chartreuse;”
And her magic was that of a muse.
While...

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A silken drop nectar refined,
Delicious, smooth, it’s taste sublime,
Worshipped and revered in times of old,
Bacchus it’s God, his hand-maidens bold.

The Romans swilled, the Greeks imbibed,
The British drank, the French prescribed.
The Church just called it Christ’s...

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Oh look a tantric tangerine slice is walking in high heels with a melon man. Moody mouldy men make monetary meals. And who can eat a coin with a note anyway? Swilled down with a...

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my Love mustered moxie
and disused me one night:
she left me victim
to a pitiful plight
while she raised the gall
to doll herself up
and go to a ball
on the arm of a date
while I languished alone
with a case...

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Wee Luck McGee, came into the pub
And the Barman started pouring a beer
"No Tanks for me, a martini you see
Is what you'll be serving right here"
Then McGee with one hand, pulled a jar from his...

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A cup to slake the parch of thirsty lips
Spilled from heart to goblet, with love twas filled
Words penned from the nib of inked fingertips
Bouquet of wine breathed before being swilled

Seductive the taste, fervid the senses
In...

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You dine upon my acceptance, aperitif to guilt
Prepare to gorge on hate and greed
Weight gaining confessions lovingly prepared
Sitting pretty waiting for you to feed
A slice of hurt, garnished with pain
Swilled down with a bottle of...

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