Rye Whiskey Poems - Poems about Rye Whiskey

...2/4/23 No ifs ands or maybes Daily I'm seeing hatred People still extremely racist Meanwhile food and materials being wasted I understand the messages these mummies meant Continually mon......Read the rest...

...Snug in the corner I saw the lad lie, Fire in his belly, a cork in his eye; And wordlessly sleeping, a-snooze in his bed, His words, when awakened, go straight to your head. Alluring to look at......Read the rest...

...Outspoken mom to eight Ornery little boys Omelets for dinner Only drank rye whiskey Orchids, her private love~ Old letters in the hand Of my great grandmother. 4/05/21 Pleiades O contest ......Read the rest...

...Their bridled haunt, each day may be their last; yeehaw.* The narrow way, down mountainside, and clop of shoes. The saddlebags dip left and right in gait and gnaw. The spirit wind and pouring r......Read the rest...

...© 2011 (by Jim Sularz) (The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”) At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch, near a gentle slope on a dusty trail. On an iron gate, at the Twin Mounds c......Read the rest...

...I went to Miami to find the beach The beach was sandy and warm It tasted like rye whiskey Smooth and hard to forget I went to New York to find a vacant bench But there were too many bums who’......Read the rest...

...John was losing his mind over Mary. For days by her house he would tarry. But she knew him not Giving him no thought. Now he lives on rye whiskey and sherry.......Read the rest...

...When cowboys sprawl 'round the camp fire after the days work is done, They strum guitars and tootle harmonicas and sing to have fun. Real cowboys don't sing Honky-Tonk or She Done Me Wrong stuff. ......Read the rest...

...My Grandpa used to dance and sing, Joy to my heart he always would bring; Just a few bars, not the whole song, Pretty soon I’d be singing along; “Rye whiskey, rye whiskey” you’d hear us both ......Read the rest...

...There’s been a lot of speculatin’ ‘Bout the cologne some cowboys wear, And the toothpaste and the sweet mouthwash And the way he combs his long hair! I’s here to clear up the confusion ‘Bout t......Read the rest...

...You’re nineteen years old and fancy That you’re fast as that Wild Bill— You ride and shoot and go crazy— Drink rye whiskey to your fill. You bet that you’ll live forever And never see a sick d......Read the rest...