Long Tippling Poems

I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and  dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.

red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of...

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FLAME OF ASCENSION
 

No-one can escape Flame of Ascension 
           a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
   ...

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Taking Today's Tumblerful Tea Time

This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging

teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology

tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully...

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This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging

teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology

tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut...

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I've mused for hours trying to develop something brilli-ant,
And have tossed aside many topics as being irrelev-ant.
The subject of "ants" caught my fancy as being signific-ant,
Tho' 'tis a matter of which I'm somewhat ignor-ant!

I pen...

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Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.

Magically
he would shave just close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by the light of a...

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Twilight Fades Soon

         Twilight fades soon. Scarlet Sun sinks.
         Thin transparent cloud floats and winks
    ...

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Dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue.
I saw him do this once
in a wind storm.

He would shave close enough
to keep his grizzled face
blue by moonlight.

He could dive easy into...

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A sprig of flowers danced the dawn
Tip toed merrily across the lawn
The delicate ankle softly trips
As the dew her ethereal sips

Around her feet the birds did sing
From her smile the sun did bring
April showers and...

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Whooshing waves as runs and plays
Sprinkling its part here and there
I lay amid the tippling sound
My legs in water, but thoughts somewhere.

The clouds bathing in sun’s rays
Makes the image of familiar objects
The wind blowing from...

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Tippling I’m from the ink-pot by the pen
Fool drunkard on the path of expression
Wandering I’m on the bone of thorax
Going to leprosy feelings of thrall
No smiling, no crying, paralyzed I’m
An obsession invites only to grope
Seemingly...

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Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.

Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O'...

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