Martinis Poems - Poems about Martinis

... Old Fleming, with Bond in his head, Wrote of spies, and of dangers widespread. With martinis so dry, He'd wink with one eye, "My tax forms? They're better unread." ©bfa032025 ......

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... A spy named James Bond, suave and so cool, Ordered martinis, breaking each rule. He'd fight villains with glee, Then say, "Shaken, not... eee!" When his gadgets would fail, like a fool. ......

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...Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things. Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inv......

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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 c......

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...(A Christmas vacation vignette) Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged. Later that evening, Lisa and I ......

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...You and I are at the sink We’re making martinis ‘bout time Don’t you think? Beefeaters my gin Your choice Bombay We’ve tried many others But don’t often stray You are very precise Mix yo......

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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, yo......

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...In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace of Ve......

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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 ......

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...This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break. Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a gall......

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...“22½ euros for a Martini,” Peter remarked, when he first scanned the menu. “It’s not like we aren’t going to get them,” I said, “we’re not going to cheap our way to abstinence." The waiter came and ......

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...This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live. ......

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...With silly smile, playing laptop keyboard keys, I relay tales of brief, college bliss, where days, like dry martinis, swiftly pass lips that pucker for life’s capricious kiss. My roommates brin......

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...We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and......

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...Lisa and I had a party to hit-up. I can’t stay inside all the time, not on a Friday night anyway and a rooftop is the perfect place to mull over big questions and get the freshest commentary about cu......

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