Swig Poems - Poems about Swig

... *Trigger warning: Death, Suicide Bottle in my left hand, cold steel in my right. A Grand Canyon revelry gone bad with only myself to blame. "Just one more selfie," she said. Her body now still ......

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... Limericks written for St. Patrick's Day Celebrate the Irish in ev'ry way It's said in tales of old Leprechauns buried gold At the rainbow's end it was meant to stay It's a day for ......

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...I order a Guinness and a shot of Pappy Van Winkle. My green paper Leprechaun hat is crushed and lopsided on my head. That shot of bourbon cost me more then I used to earn for a day's work. “......

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...Persnickety pig, persnickety pig Would you like to smoke a favorite cig? Cancer chances are amazingly big He is being tempted by his cousin Quig How about alcohol? Please take a swig. Come her......

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...Please rate 1-10 (1 Santa would be proud or 10 A coal in your stocking!) A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence So where to go, ......

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...It's Christmas eve dawn and something is very wrong For the children unable to wait watching for Santa and it's late The stockings are empty not even a lump of coal no presents under the tree di......

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... ~ A Lighthearted Look at Cheating on Keeping Kosher ~ Pick my poison, shrimp or pork closed my eyes, lowered my fork I’d hankered for that suckling pig ......

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...I just wanted you to know I bought this up to say you put me in a bad position see I have to forsake all others keep other men away don't think I am being jealous or I just needed something to ......

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...walk the urban sprawl, where skyscrapers pierce the sky cities bleeding_assoc. carnival lights bloodshot dreams that flee, like squirrels unconfined biting frost of winter, within the tumul......

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...that Friday feeling calls near noon with thoughts of lager capped by foam and dreams this work-day will end soon which gives your mind a mood to roam to favored joints, where with the guys you......

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...POEMS ABOUT OPHELIA Ophélie (“Ophelia”) by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch On pitiless black waves unsinking stars abide while pale Ophelia, a lethargic lily, drifts by. Here......

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...The return to youth was what he brought me back to, but this was the issue. I've attempted leaps and extensions far away from my youth. From its eternal beauty and ego-driven agility and the experien......

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...I tend to swig life and dabble in marginal pursuits but not at another's expense... because karma is a and will trap your spirit against the concrete wind. Agonizing over details is wasted t......

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... There's a man from Nantucket. That lives in an oak bucket. He's not very big. And took just one swig. Drunk on a summer junket. ......

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...I netted a word today spritzing in the back of mind, examined it from angles: politically, like stars and spangles rhythmically, like Mr. Bojangles spiritually, like sin~ the foolish s......

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