Hawaii is the place, raccoon decided, loving the idea of course
He sold his farm, plow, tractor, combine, goats, pigs and horse
Ran to Hawaii to sit on a pink beach and enjoy the sand
He said to his mixed drink, I have found the promised land!
The mixed drink began laughing and could not stop.
You have not seen the prices here, he said. They are at the top.
You should have waited until summer and bought a flowered shirt.
And stayed in Illinois where the houses are as cheap as dirt.
Two glasses of water
wait to be touched by hand and lip.
The water itself remembers the taste
of whiskey, sarsaparilla, Fixodent;
the salty funk
of being swallowed down the throat
of one experience after another.
Memories are in the water
swimming hither and thither.
The glasses contain minds, set aside
for the drinking of.
The water also drinks,
swallows parents, grandparents,
wives, multiple layers of children;
they all swirl so slowly in the water
that only equally slow thoughts
can reveal them.
Two elderly men
reach for the same glass of water at once.
There is a momentary confusion,
lifetimes interchange like a mixed drink,
they begin to speak of people
only one of them should recall,
as if the past had always been
but one glass after all.
There is a hazelnut-flavored liquor named "Frangelico"
It's named after a hermit monk who lived long ago.
This twenty percent alcohol spirit comes from Italy.
All over the world, it has gained popularity.
The liquor's brown bottle resembles a Franciscan friar.
Sip it straight up, or in any mixed drink you desire.
After you buy it for the first time in any liquor store,
chances are, when it's gone, you will buy some more.
Mid-morning waking
Merrymaking
Mixed drink shaking
The holidays baking...
Cheerful leave-takings
'Stay-in-touches' making
Happy bones aching
Joyous yearly undertaking
All your memories crash home
And surround what you don't want to remember
SIX
They are a horror movie
Terrifying but you can't look away
They are the monster under the bed
And in the closet
And tapping on the window
They are the fear of monsters
SEVENTEEN
They are the slow songs
The what about love songs
They are the pick me ups and the fall apart songs
The dance and sing with all you've got songs
The put it on repeat and fall asleep songs
They are the static on the radio at 2am
TWENTY ONE
They are a mixed drink
An ounce of tequila madness
A dash of rum anxiety
And a wedge of lemon cynicism
You want it to stop
But you're three shots in with three more to go
You can't keep your memories from crashing home
And surrounding what you don't want to remember
I gazed long upon the glass, full of mixed drink.
Sparkling light crystal and smooth as long mink.
It glides down the palate, soothing as it goes.
Then bites like a viper, the beginning of many woes.
It stings like a bee ... strange things I then see.
Sprawled on the ground, groveling in the dirt.
They hit me and hit me, but I was not hurt.
They beat me and beat me. I felt nothing I think.
When I wake up, I will look for more drink.
The ham was golden brown
With glazed sugar upon it
The Turkey was there to
A breast for you and a thigh for me
The yams just came out of the oven
I need a mixed drink
Father is in watching TV
With his feet up in his chair
The boy’s are all running around
Acting like fools
The apple pie is done crisp and golden brown
I need a mixed drink
The settings are on the table all candles lit
Grandmother is having a fit
Her teeth went down the garbage despoil
JOHNNY DON’T FLICK THAT SWITCH
I need a double mix drink
Open a tea bag,
Put it in a glass of hot water,
Use the teaspoon to stir
Until the water becomes unicolor.
Get another empty glass
Fill with the iced cubes
Then pour the hot tea
Into the iced glass:
It will be an iced tea,
A cool mixed drink,
A combine of hot and cold!
To fulfill some goals in our life
Man should learn how to combine
The strength and the weakness,
The courage and the cowardliness!
HIGH YELLOW HIGH
Fire
above
soaked
under
golden sun
dancing
in
sound vim
of bright skies
and tender breeze
then taste some
under
the
tuscan
suns, good times
warming
joy
freshness
high!
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***Waltz Wave with syllables count
***UNDER THE TUSCAN SUN - happiness in a glass. It's a mixed drink: flavored grapes and orange juice.
1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1
***Sponsor Kim Merryman
Contest Name Waltzing with Color
~~6th Place~~
O.E. Guillermo
12:45 PM, JULY 03, 2015
My pen remains drunken yet does not stumble
A functioning lifeaholic somehow agressively humble
Mixed drink of choice reality with a shot of enlightenment
Often it speaks through unslurred words it seeks out excitement
Exposure to these street games but it holds its composure
Still unsure it may be claimed so searching for closure
Ability to regret lost somewhere within the ink
It cant even object no matter how strong the drink
It has multiple epiphanies
Like instruments in a symphony
A rejoice that will not be muzzled
Choices that leave some puzzled
It goes beyond tunnel vision and exposes facades
It sees beyond our own dimension feeds on applause
My pen will never sober up I call it a lush
It patiently takes sips of life theres no need to rush.
Sha'ntez Jefferson
avid diva
her name, Eva
with nails painted hot pink
she stirs her mixed drink
too hot to hoot
looking for loot
she struts with all her might
hoping to snare his sight
“madam, I’m Adam”
“OMG! He called me madam”!
her feminine wile
make his full lips smile
“dammit, I’m mad”!
adjusts her lopsided shoulder pad
upon a closer glance
he didn’t stand a chance
2012/04/04
Diana-Marie Bombardieri
For CONTEST - Palindrome Mad (David Williams)
1.avid diva
2.too hot to hoot
3.madam, I'm Adam
4.dammit, I'm mad
Blackstrap molasses I drink every day.
I've learned it holds anemia at bay.
One tablespoon quick stirred up
with almond milk (a scant cup)
makes my red blood cells cheer. Hip hip hooray!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nancy Jones
October 30, 2011
for Francine Roberts' Pick a Beverage, any Beverage contest
What do you want for your birthday dad?
How about a table at Queen’s Surf
Waikiki
Sipping a mixed drink
Listening to the Chief of Police
Singing a song
As a sliver moon
Crests Diamond Head
Red Gold
Or a day on Mac’s lobster boat
Following Novi dog
To keep from underfoot
Enjoying the company
Of fellow travelers
Both joyfully aware
Greedy Old Dad
Settling for Now
And
Quiet
Joy