Short Tipple Poems

the cripple limped through the crush for his tipple - with nary a ripple

February 14, 2023...

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I once had a neighbor named Jody,
Who liked to drink wine spo-dee-o-dee,
Other spirits she'd tipple,
Hell, she'd even drink Ripple,
But only chased with diet sodee....

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If you feel all of a dither
Go and sit quietly by a river
Take a book and a tipple
Listen to the river ripple 
Take a sip and a peaceful read
You may find this is all you need...

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There once was a man called Boris
Who loved a wee deoch an' doris
Whether his tipple was whisky or brandy
Foreign affairs made him peculiarly randy
When he indulged in extra-marital coitus...

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Change

Change your Name 
Change your Address
Change your Appearance
Change your Opinion
Even change your tipple to raise a toast
But you will never change your spot's
At best pray you cover there track's...

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Strawberries dipped into a pot of gold
The heart is sated and taste buds sold
The fragrance sweet as the juices melt
The aroused tongue in passion dwelt
This fruit of paradise on which I dine
My heart and soul with love combine...

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I went out with a boy called Andy
Whose tipple was Courvoisier Brandy
     He was a typical bloke ~~~
     But whilst drunk, he groped ~~~~
For the Brandy had turned this boy randy






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Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep.
A stored ripening sunlight,
open veins under wet sods.

We are conveyed above the melt,
on guttering rapids,
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows.
Paws soak in a sparkle of dew.

Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets,
into the sip and tipple
of as yet untrodden stems....

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Those young women do not leave me lost.
Most comfortable still
are their coming and leaving.
I dip my whiskers into their still sensual froth
dab my lips with their parting kisses.
Such is an old man’s tipple
the sweet nipple of much younger days
when taste buds had not waned
of such furious passions,
Wearied am I not, yet mellowed now
within a warmer heart....

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My  cider comes from Somerset,
I likes it coz it's strong.
Tis made from apples good and sweet,
wiv flavours thats a real treat.
What's more I likes to drink it neat.
I likes it 'cos it's  strong.

My world ish shwimming all around,
my legs is wobbly and unsound,
I think I'll sit down on the ground.
Black coffee, please.  And strong!

~



For Heather's Competition....

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DO  is the mixture for my daily bread .

RE  is the beam of sun , on my head .

MI  , well ! I'm Seán and I write the odd poem .

FA..ther ,I am to our house and our home .

SO  as I reap , those wild oats , long ago .

Lá  is the Irish for day , as you know .

TI  is my tipple , last thing at night .

High DO  is the buzz , I get from this site ..



An attempt at Izzy's  solfége contest .....

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My Hooch
Wounded soldier
Couldn't be wiser
Couldn't be bolder

Road soda
Training wheels older
My sixer
This isn't over

Forget the tipple
Make it a triple
Gimmie the moonshine
Just make it all mine

This is the juice
This is forever
This one's for you
Make you feel better

Is this all booze?
Give me the rest
Too tired now
To give it my best

Giggle-water got me
Went to my head
Open my hand now
I might be dead...

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haiku candle, its steam
    crafted of purple lotus and gold —
         i tipple its loose leaf

         it’s jasmine green tea
      a lift of inner esprit
   i cling to its handle
drunk from its light

jasmine under my nose
   its green scent
        cozy

         wooziness evades
      weariness fades
   haikus invade
my Lay-Z-Boy island

         sushi-free
     in my teal sea
stretched wall to wall

3/17/2021...

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the sea is high and running
sails are fighting for the shore
skippers in their shrimp boats
are hauling in

blow wind blow
none of us are sailors here
we are washed up on this Tiki bar
mugs foaming and topped to the brim
Umbrella drinks fizz and tipple
oysters and crabs
salting our ready tongues

if the night leaves us a roof
to drink under
if the sky don't drown
or waves don’t slosh and spray

we will untangle all our nets
so torn by frets
and row this rollicking night away...

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