Short Bourbon Poems
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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!
once a pilot from london
always carried an onion
but when he would speak
his flight crews would freak
so now he brings a bourbon.
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!
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.
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
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.
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!
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
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
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
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
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
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
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!
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.
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.
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
Form:
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
Sure, youth can run marathons,
But not of the sort
It takes to get old,
That’s a far different sport.
Getting old takes patience
And you must set a pace
To perform to the end,
For this is far from a race.
But here’s some advice,
To aid in the run:
Make sure to hydrate
With wine and bourbon.
Ol' Claus was drunk from strong bourbon whiskey
Then touched Rudolph and tried to get frisky
Rudolph said no way
Us deer's are not gay
And placed a hoof print on his fat hiney...
Written 14th of December 2021
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Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
I walk these streets all bourbon eyed.
Where I wish I left a legacy.
Nothing but burned bridges
as far as the eye can see.
Counting down,
its always come down to you.
You refuse to share your history.
But together were bound
by inherited symmetry.
Sweet is the journey,
so hold tight
ever so tenderly.
Form:
stands behind the drapes
a shadow
still for a moment
then bourbon in tupperware
burned her throat
television
in the other room
children slap fighting
yelling beings
another swallow
behind the drapes the world was simple
cream and grey
almost twilight outside
cool window on her cheek
tears
but no
sorrow
My first is in rainbow but not in sun
My second is in book but not in fun
My third is in hobo but not in tramp
My fourth is in body but not in cramp
My fifth is in bottom but not in top
My sixth is in bourbon but not in fizzy pop
So the answer my friend I'm sure you know
The answer to this riddle is smelly BO
The man most prone to tears
is one who's drunk some beers
the man most prone to sigh
is one who's drunk some rye
the man most prone to pee
is one given to whisky
the one most prone to mourn
is one whose tea's laced with bourbon
but the man who believes all he's seen
is one who's soaked to the bones with gin!
Missing life procedure
German Shepherd bleeding
Reminds me of humanity injured hurt
Puppies dog spring forth healings
Huskies and St Bernard's
Stop drinking bourbon smoking cigars
Rescue dogs living large
Humane pedigree saving Humanity
1/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024