Short Bourbon Poems

Bourbonism,Burbonology,Burbonification!...

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Bourbon street Jazz
Bared bead catchers
Mardi Gras...

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Mom's angry again
Bourbon is more loved than I
it makes her happy...

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Bourbon beginnings
whiskey wandering walkabouts
solace spirits gulp...

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peaches sweetly poached
warm bourbon drizzled slowly
summer now restored...

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Two old friends gather
thousands of stories to tell
in between the laughter....

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King size prawn cocktail hors d'oeuvre
Duchesse potatoes
Crown roasted ribs of mutton
Balmoral tarlets
Mint imperials
Bourbon bakes
Sheik!...

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once a pilot from london

at takeoff chewed an onion

but when he would speak

the flight crews would freak

now he just drinks a bourbon....

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A buttery, flaky crust
Fresh cup, chopped pecans 
Brown sugar and egg with cocoa
Dash of vanilla
Bit of bourbon, hug
Bake and serve
Sweet!
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by Wayne Wysocki

A fellow who fractured his hip
Learned a valuable tip
     If liquor you drink
     At the ice skating rink
You're probably going to slip....

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There once was a cat named Mr. Morgan
  Who sipped his share of Kentucky bourbon
    Sired ninety-five kittens
    Said he's not forbidden
  From abusing his sexual organ...

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Too much bourbon will make you think
everything you write is a masterpiece,
too little and it is all just a pile of crap.
The art of writing is to find the balance
where the two can co-exist....

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For total optimism,
Fill the glass up to the brim,
With bourbon, vodka and gin,
This is a glass of life,
Liquor causes too much strife,
Need to look through spiritual eyes,
Alcohol I do despise!...

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Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin, 
let street lights pour

bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,

thin, thin, 
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin


Donal Mahoney...

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These words I write may not be worth much to you
perhaps a glass of prosecco or cheap chardonnay
bottom shelf bourbon and soda, tonic and Tanqueray
You have no concept of what they cost me
the price that I must pay...

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Curbing Drinking Suburban Bourbon

What we could be doing  is probably curbing,
Things that are disturbing and also suburban;
Before drinkers die,
A tariff do apply;
Never drinking or have been serving bourbon.

Jim Horn...

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Let Tambourines Begin

Puerto Rican girl
thin, thin, 
street lights pour

bourbon on your hair,
anise on your skin.
Puerto Rican girl,

thin, thin, 
gin one white smile for me.
Let tambourines begin


Donal Mahoney...

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Here lie the remains of Judge Ben McWhorter
He held court in Bourbon Street’s Latin Quarter
When his wife discovered his debauched ways,
She took appropriate steps to end to his days. 

Written July 5, 2022...

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Bourbon Street's heart does beat.

Bars pouring forth pleas as

Bands drone in smoke filled rooms.
 
Brass and piano voice

Blare the heartfelt tone's tear.

Bare shackled souls lament,

Blues the voice of lost love.

Robert Gene Stoner Jr
10/16/2020
Pleiades...

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the only time he called her
was when the songs were old and the bottle
of Bourbon was new.

he always missed her deeply,
he even apologized for breaking
her jaw.

now,he has a son who hates him
and a ex wife who has moved on.

all the songs are gone
and the Bourbon is empty....

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You are the shine in my life,
I loved to be called as your wife.

Our love is pure,
You should be mine forever.

You personality is wizzard,
And your smile is  hazzard.

My heart was stubborn,
Now you are my bourbon!

Honey I'm your bunny,
You are everything not your money!...

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There was a young man from Pensacola
Who chug-a-lug a bourbon high cola
Gave it try
Eyes did cry
Head swirled like he was on a Victrola.

A Victrola is a record player that used to spin those old platters, 66, 33 RPM. If you care, you can boot up a picture of one on your chosen website....

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Run run
I hear steps gaining
Asphalt and gravel rips my bare blackened soles
The air burns like bourbon
 I draw in deeper
No pain
No feeling
Fear is my anesthetic
Just run
If I fall I wonder
What will mark me
A Bent beer can
An infected syringe
Maybey a card board box
Run don't fall...

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To please her newly married hubby
she asked his mother for her recipe:
a cake with bourbon, rum, and gin
and tasted each before added in.
Needless to say, it never made the oven
and no dessert that night was eaten,
though it might have been appreciated
if the batter hadn’t been intoxicated....

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Just a thought
Well maybe not a thought
Maybe she was a dream
She was in my dream
She was real
I think she was real
Are those stars
Those must be your eyes
Where did you come from
You must be heaven sent
I sit alone not obsessing
Taking in your graceful beauty
Realizing I had not drank my Bourbon...

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