Martinis Poems - Poems about Martinis

My master’s degree's a senior’s cruise - most of the other students are thirty and even forty-somethings. Good for them, for making the (75K) investment, it’s hard, and they all look very serious. I am too, of course. It’s busy and constant - but it’s business analysis - it's not hard, like chemistry (see retrosynthetic analysis)...

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It’s a dark and cold night. Looking back and up, the moon was a thin and useless crescent, barely visible. ‘What a wasted moon,’ I thought. “A stupid moon,” I mumbled to myself as if to finish a conversation. It looked deflated, artificial, soulless, and cold. Not poetic at all. I’m coping with tough decisions a victory and perhaps one martini...

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(a poem in Senryus) They say that you should never follow whisky with beer - but my new rhyme is - never follow several martinis with two more martinis Ladies, please take my advice, you can’t focus your eyes in the morning When your roommates rude little sister runs the loud vacuum around noon Who gets up before noon in the summer? It’s not right, if you ask me. “Mom told...

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Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend. It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez. It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and 72°f - but it’s still the beach. I’m a neophyte beach bum, but I’m willing and eager to learn. I’m valuable even if...

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It was in all of the "Wonder-land" newspapers how a fairy commited suicide by diving into a martini The drinkee being oblivious to this invisible death just kept on drinking not thinking of fairydust, but only assuming it was sparkling from the moon and, the mouth tingling obligatory olive Some-one in "Wonderland" wrote a small obituary to remember her riding to eternity on a dragonfly's wings And...

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