Tonic Poems - Poems about Tonic

Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree) Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic.. Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled.. Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering... Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb.... A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees... Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage.... Marooned...

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TONIC Gin, with its memory of juniper That imbues a certain sweet tang But needs a slightly bitter contrast To be well-rounded on the tongue Relieved to deliver its full promise Tonic water, innocently sparkling Knowing its partnering role so well Offering quinine as a prophylactic Originally for Malaria in the Empire A complement to balance the heat Ice, as cubes dropped into the glass Their mission,...

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Come cover me with taffeta blue let the shine rub onto you when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy in its pure state I love the touch of man-made materials when I speak with my cello silence prevails when cloth unites with the subtle texture of painted wood the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous But then I play my...

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From the Editers Page... Dear Whoretense What are We Gonna Do ...

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Was making dinner for my honey, mine. I realized, alas, I added far too much thyme. He whispered, “you are thinking way too much of rhyme!” Quickly I filled us glasses, with ice-cold tonic, gin and lime. That softened him and he softly whispered, “Well, I guess after all, it’s no big crime.” He was my love, so invitingly delicious and...

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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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Inspired by Jan Allison's brilliant "Eye Rowed My Hoarse", top winner of the July 2021 Word Play contest. I'm knew to this language; it baffles me sew! With so many mysteries I wish too no - I came to this country wile seeking warm climb but I get awl flustered when righting a...

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The breeze, dank with autumnal chill Sighs through the lonesome woodland trail Yet whispers of sweet promise Waft gently through the bracing air 27.10.20 An excerpt from my poem 'Romantic encounters with nature' Liberum Divisa 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gregory Barden...

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Someone is waiting, I hope not in vain for you to greet them with words of acclaim. They needn't be fancy or charming or grand, just simple, honest, and easy to understand. Identify something about them that radiates truth, --dress, smile, posture, maybe their youth. Cost to you, as you know, is not one thing, and think of the joy to a...

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Alba Girl drank her Gin and Tonic It was such a lovely drink But an acquired taste Only certain cultured people liked it People like her with different ‘tastes’ Alba Girl liked to travel and draw She was an artist and a thinker Always thinking the reason why And what made a picture better If it was a landscape pencil sketch Or portrait of an...

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Oh the daily news got to her But; she couldn't turn away It was like watching a train wreck Though it made her nerves so frayed Each night she turned the tv on And her head began to pound Politics, crime, and taxes Made her feel like coming unwound Anxiety kept her up at night This old world is such a mess She decided that...

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The time has come for confession. It's time for the terrible shocks, that I'm spreading to Father O'Leary inside his confessional box. Father soon gave me the lead, promising his healing ear, but I just hope he's prepared for what he's going to hear. 'Forgive me Father I've sinned, and sinned in a terrible way, so I must beg your forgiveness', then continued with what...

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He takes a tea-spoonful of reddish tonic. Dried stubbles sprout within his old skull. Memories froth in the vast past… His mom applies bitter neem paste on her nipples like the inaugural ceremony of denial on the earth. Silhouette of a secret sorrow grows against a wall. Tear oozes out of the past. Memories froth… A baby sucking within the frozen arms, fumes of mystery from smoldering frankincense near grandma’s stiff body, remnants...

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Beneath a parapet of color rich and bright the shiny sidewalk beckons me to come closer to his revels closer to his warm caress, As the rainy afternoon remises light two mesic hearts begin to drum in keeping with the rhythm of love's guess The red umbrella shades us from the world and keeps...

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