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By Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian0
(18th February 2012 nite at Kentucky shack on colva beach)
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………
With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins,
Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins.
Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming ******,
Pink lady, lost bikini, ******.
Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling,
Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling.
Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry,
Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry.
Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls,
Caribbean fever, planter’s punch, rocks for the dolls.
Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita,
Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha.
Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer,
Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer.
Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach,
Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach.
Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy,
Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy.
Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car,
Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar.
Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour,
Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay.
All these heady concoction,
Many of them and lots of action.
The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology,
All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Words from a John Denver song
It definitely applies to real life situations
A lot of things can surely go wrong
They say it depends on which side of the bed
You get up on and slip into your slippers
Sounds to me like a lot of whoola boola
You alone are the scale tipper
Can hear you now, “another rah rah poem”
Wake up happy, diddly doo!
Sure works for me and I'm nothing special
Why wouldn't it work for you
It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it
Gonna keep sending them out to you
Feel I was destined to spread the good word
To turn skies from grey to blue
© Jack Ellison 2013
I drove
A cab
Twelve hour days
Of sullen streets
Strangers
Wild kids
Bored cops
Pushing through
The clogged veins of the city
People and traffic everywhere
Moving
Searching
For
Something to buy
Or someone to own.
It was a summer
Of hot days
And slow nights
When I picked her up
I didn't know her name
So I called her Melissa
Long brown hair
Form fitting white top
Tight breasts
Friendly smile
Perfect tan
And a look in her eyes
All the way up Madison
She talked
In her preppie school accent
About her husband
Her small apartment
Her job
And the kids
She didn't have.
She talked and I
Wondered what else did she want to forget?
She called me Charlie Brown
"You're the man
Charlie Brown"
She was pretty
And I was lonely
So I smiled
Nodded my head
And listened.
I liked her
But I knew my place
I was the driver
And she was Melissa
When we stopped
I glanced at the fare
It looked small in my hand
Melissa was not a big tipper
Still I watched
The way her hips and thighs
Slid across the back seat.
When she got out
Her smile froze
And she
Never looked back.
Every time I drove up Madison
Past the expensive stores
Shoppers
Strolling by
Carefree
Not a worry in the world
I thought of her
Wondering if she made up with her husband
Had kids
Or moved out.
I would slow down
Hoping
To catch a glimpse of her
Somewhere in the crowd
But I never saw her again.
the season of blessings is season of rains,
showers from heavens for humanities gains,
the rumbling thunder with the low flying clouds,
with a crack of lightening blitzing aloud!
the tipper tapper then comes waltzing down tracks,
plants green with glee as rain waters drying cracks,
the wild geese cackle while the ducks take cover,
how welcome to earth is this holy shower!
season of rain is the season in between,
punctuating earth changes frequently seen,
tornados and hurricanes blow the place down,
then rain comes dancing in her shiny gown.
winter has its snow and autumn its colours,
summer brings joy and spring myriad flowers,
my favourite season is season of rain,
without which other seasons would be in vain!
the four seasons have slots and each last three months,
but rainy season is for the whole twelve months,
you can pass an year without summer or spring,
year without rains will many miseries bring!
each season comes and brings its own cheer,
but heavens open up when the rains appear!
go shower in the rain, let skin drip wet,
the closest embrace from God you will ever get!
Written 30/10/2022
11 syllables each line (PS counter)
aabb ccdd… rhyme sequence
The fifth season poetry contest
Anthony Biaanco sponsored
Forced Tipping
Miracle Man
5/16/2023
I have always been a tipper,
amount based, service driven.
But in adding 20% to my meal,
it then becomes taken, not given.
When you’ve taken from me,
my independence of choice.
In essence you’re then guilty,
of stifling my voice.
A thought worth considering,
a living wage would suffice.
From the pie that you call yours,
give employees a tiny slice.
It’s about customers helping pay the help
so they don’t have to. So lately I decided to go to the store
and just make my own. I had to check myself out and pay a service fee
for using my card. Ha ha
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I feel better.
Tom
Like tipper tapping tiny feet toddling
I watched your mirriard of droplets
stream down my car window
Night sky like the backdrop of a show
and the lightning strikes adding to the mood of the performance
where ordinarily it might highlight or cast creepy shadows
Several crashes of thunder the only sound affects
breaking the deathly silence you could have sliced through
Stormy air and the countless hairs
of the body anticipating action
was the change in atmosphere of any such production
Yet for all the familiarity of yet another down turned weather front
something was amiss
I sat there trying to will my merry-go-round world to stop
to let me off and set me free once more
that I might strike out loose and run wild once more
like a horse loose of the reigns widly galloping away
alas I couldn’t budge
just sat their frozen to my seat
despite needing my home comforts around this hour
Knocking every ounce of confidence from me
breaking me to a point
where my tears were but one with the evenings downpour
No chocolate or ice-cream treats for pick-me-ups
nor interval for refreshment here
which would have been at least a little concillation
No, right now the world stood still
as our relationship played over from start
until someone knocked on the glass
concerned as to whether or not I was alright
Black and boggle eyed from wet mascara and numerous tears
like something out of a horror film
I turned to see who dare break this spell
Nodding to say I was fine
but not stupid they could see far from it
They pulled me out into secure arms
You could have been anyone
but you were gentle and understanding
A raging fire warmed by chilled bones
with simple hot sweet tea and the warmth of a blanket
your eyes soaked me in drawing out my story
you listened intently
I poured out my soul
You drank me in
Bringing me out of myself
you turnd so much sadness to humor
putting another chapter of life to bed
opening another as day broke through
I am now thankful for what passed
for without that part of life
we might never be making our own sweet music
creating future ambition and drive
Nesting and nestling as one together
Souls on one ship we sail new seas
Look at the stars how they shine for you and I
better learn to appreciate them before we die !
See the banquet of beauty God has created
feast your eyes on it and you will feel elated;
Dappled in light heaven is our Sacred Window
absorb its secret as if you were a leaning willow
Incline your ear and listen for a soulflul whisper
God has always been a generous tipper;
Shine baby shine right where you are
its always more peaceful up close to a star
Drink the stardust of the moment
be the rhapsody song of His cajolement
Look at the stars how they shine for you and I ,
better learn to appreciate them , before you die !
Hope of hope, you are the right one.
At birth it's the color of flesh.
Today while waiting for the bus one mother was.
She was attractive but without her daughter or son.
She ask me how to get to the place I was going.
Her family had them both because,
she was going to try to have some xanax
prescribed to her.
I told her my ex wife used to take mine
and that D.C.F. took my daughter from her last month.
I told her that her only real problem was the simple fact that she had no life.
I commented to her on the fact that her womanly attributes
were very attractive.
She replied that she works for hooters.
A real life I pointed out.
One with self respect for her mind as well.
She said I was cute and knew a lot about woman problems.
I gave her some xanax she thanked me and left.
In parting I told her that some thing bad would happen
if she ever left with a big tipper.
Think of your son and daughter I leaving said.
Before leaving she said that she had never heard such
words and the way that I spoke them until.
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………
With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins,
Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins.
Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming ******,
Pink lady, lost bikini, ******.
Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling,
Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling.
Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry,
Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry.
Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls,
Caribbean fever, planter’s punch, rocks for the dolls.
Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita,
Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha.
Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer,
Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer.
Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach,
Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach.
Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy,
Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy.
Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car,
Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar.
Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour,
Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay.
All these heady concoction,
Many of them and lots of action.
The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology,
All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
A better gentleman there never was
Kind loving and generous man
Bon vivant and lavish tipper
Articulate, meticulous and dressed to the nines
Phoned his mother every Sunday religiously
Never a bad thing to say about anyone
It was a Friday after work
Celebrating the end of the week
More exuberant than usual
Spring was in the air
The days were getting longer
And the breeze warmer
He loved life till the very last minute
When it wasn’t baseball
It was Texas Hold’em
Then that fateful Friday afternoon he said
‘Tell my family I love them’
Just like that
We buried him on St.Patrick’s Day
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon
I’ll never forget that one final glance
That one lone sentinel by his grave
Standing guard
Up on that hill against the setting sun
A fitting tribute honouring
A man who had lived and loved
Every blessed day of his life
AP: Honorable Mention 2020