Tippler Poems - Poems about Tippler

...Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus Before landscapers mow swaths across undulating waves of clover (the father/daughter team usually cut grass every Tuesday) bumblebees alight from one to an......

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...the children wait on the shore eyes fastened to the horizon behind them stand the women with a gaze far more serious all impervious to rain and wind the hurricane had turned inland last night i......

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...She was a shot of tequila, Gulped by every tippler. She was a vase of carnations Set on a high table, For everyone to smell. She was a lodge napkin, To absorb their bodies' muck She was a cu......

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...A golden ornate cup once full a mystical reservoir filled now half-emptied of love and emotions, as if the night would be emptied of moon glow and starlight; sipping in and savoring, bitter......

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...(A Salute to Emily Dickinson) I taste a liquor never brewed In structured vats of men Not all the tankards ever filled Could reign this nectar in Inebriate of Christ am I His words I’m sipp......

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...I was born in 1943 in a rural backwater safe from the bombs also a safety net still akin to the 19th century. Neither electricity nor gas only an old oil lamp and candles for comfort. The luxury......

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...Repeal Day In terms of holidays, it’s not in the same league as Christmas and New Year’s Day. Still, anyone who enjoys a cold beer ought to raise a glass in honor of Repeal Day. On Dec. 5, 1933, C......

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...(An Addingham Poem) With the strength of gentleness, sparrows make love upon the windowsill, frigid glass pane pulsates within the pageant of nature, numerous battle scared plumage float wan......

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...Paddy Murphy Is Fred Astaire It's six below and so much snow this January midnight. Sunday's gone and Monday's turning. Yet Paddy Murphy's stepping out, his crushed fedora all askew. He......

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