Long Tipple Poems

Money, we all need it
Money, we all want it
The root of all evil
Many people will lie for it, die for it
Comes in blues and greens
Got faces of Kings and Queens and great people
When you get...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans l'heure bleue deux"



He sits at his desk
like some frozen soulless
vintage...

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“Hi my name is bottle I contain a lovely wine,
I come to you honestly I taste quite divine.”
“My friend stay a while and I’ll take care of you,
Relax have a glass, maybe one or two.
Have...

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Woe is me to the DLV by Gypsy View previous topic View next topic Go down  
 

Location :  Marton, New Zealand

 



Oh DVLC you have upset me, you are so unkind

You’ve committed...

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Myrtle Parker

Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera,
That’s the English one not the French.
Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider,
Only beverage her thirst would quench.

Never did she marry no husband,
Preference for life single and free,
Though kept...

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Ron desperately wanted to have a girlfriend
He’d looked after his old mum right till the end
Ron was a tall and extremely attractive guy
Unfortunately poor Ron was so terribly shy 

He saw a poster in a...

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Ale and horses

There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses
to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation
when crates had been delivered at one...

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Devastated at the news I've heard.
Totally shocked this is absurd
The passing of a Welsh legend
Proud to have served my butty friend.

He started his long career
As a proud Welsh infanteer
He then transferred to the Corps
His knowledge...

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All of these feelings, how did they tipple?
A few weeks back I surely was ok...
Like dropping ice down on a hard nipple,
We could part ways now. Yet I still delay...

Am I still hoping we’ll find...

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Daddy’s Christ’s Mass

Come and celebrate with me!
I will tipple a drink in my kitchen with thee,
Where I have made egg nog for this annum,
Nutmeg and meringue floating in a sea-sized cut-glass bowl.

Others are on horses...

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I think I’ll have a little tipple or two
I drink for me and a drink for you
We can start out carefully sipping slow
The night is young there’s a long time to go

After a few drinks...

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(Now we hear from the murderess.  She explains 
that she killed Calmette because he published
love letters which she had written to her husband,
a minister in the government.  It is true that she
made her...

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Four Cafe’s

It was post digestion time, 6pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched...

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Four Cafe’s

It was post digestion time, 10pm ! uncomfortable bloating causing a staggering stand,supported by the apartment windows brass clasp, the torn green velvet digestion chair lilted just beneath. Nested above the Canal Madeline, perched...

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MORGANITE

You sprang up like a shoot,
And art translucent to form.
Acrylic with tears the norm,
Brush strokes of life; resolute.

MAW SIT SIT

My memories are dim
Of me and him,
Breaches of birth. Strangers 
Now, dear mannequin.

SPHALERITE

Lost in a world...

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The famous mountain where Noah came to rest,
ending the ecliptic flood, building an altar for time as test. 
Flourished kingdoms at the upper Tigris grew,
Babylonia and Urardhu created powers to sew.
Persian legends refers the holy...

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Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.

I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not a world I’d like to see.

Every sip a luscious joy,
Food...

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Lichen adhered to tree's trunk encrusts its capacity
Patches of debauchery, bumpy story depicts warts
Climb skyward inhibited by extra growth grotesque 
A habit steers without cognition, clutched roadmap 


Tipple ripples laughter beneath a turbulent fountain 
Frantic...

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Forensic evidence is no pretense against the defense/
It will prove prevalence in the family’s ordinance/
Moronic elements that ail his laments are just sordid and dense/
More on it as the envelopment to derail inherent ends he...

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Comes again

The hills surround the green summer grain
A tractor passed us on the muddy lane
A field mouse scampers as I hear the coming train
A sky of blue as I look up to see a jumbo...

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Four kegs, they’d left on the rye field’s bare crest
gone were the skittles and the balls of wood.
Four kegs empty of magical brew, strewn
upon the hill’s breasts, where gnomes had stood.

They’d left long ago, twenty...

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Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to whis at the grates whence 
I lie tangled In Her hair and fettered to Her Eye, the gods that wanton In...

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They come from darkness,
Eager to the lighted place.
Cold hands clasp warm -
Hi! in a welcoming embrace.
Proffered camaraderie cuddles
Kindred spirits in a cloud;
Buzzing breezy banter oozes
From a jesting jocund crowd.

Rum raucus pleasantries tipple
In tailored pin-striped suits;
Convivial...

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Old Bill (written by by Steven Cooke)

Old Bill died today
He was a grumpy old sod said Mrs. Grey.
Fool thought me,
For you do not know what memory is
He was a decorated soldier who,
Courted beautiful women
Argued with...

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come sit with me
not so close -
oh go on then

you’re chillingly cute
most mute and pasty
and today
i have the stale mulligrubs

lay and play with me
lap a little
dip the lip if you want
drink -
sip me witless

hop on...

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