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, ever eagerly accepted
A cool aperitif then turned into cold
With just a thin twist of lemon or lime
That clink, somehow a reinforcement
Vitamin D for you for me
Sunlight and air; both still free
Quinine in tonic water clear
Filters blood in hearts so dear
To exercise in many ways
Four good steps to enrich your days.
©Joe Maverick 7-2-2023
Coronavirus is nothing more than hype
from somebody who drinks Corona while smoking
But doesn't know how to type and has a gripe
With people who never even use a pipe-
perhaps in retribution for either Syrus or Sinope
and perhaps Asopus
A belief is nothing if nobody believes
and a belief is all that Corona Virus is
regardless of Tonic water and fizz when
combined by a chemistry whizz
Gin with tonic water
Is my favourite drink
Sometimes I change it
From tonic water
To something different
Mixing cranberry juice
With a bite of gin
Or vodka with cranberry
juice
I enjoy vodka with ginger
ale
Or gin with ginger ale
Or gin with or vodka with
with ginger ale
I like to mix it differently
Enjoying what I create
No matter what I create
Gin with tonic is my favourite
Freedom for a soldier,
a redeemer getting older-
centuries existing,
a string blissening,
and it's best to bet that you're listening...
Its captured by niss-niss-
niss...
They get printing-
evaporating,
haggard slapping,
as the tonic water is happening-
booze is entrapping,
I am now water,
as the goddman is blotter-
I'm now happily rapturous and re-camping.
The Bus Trip
We are driving to Cascais on Sunday my wife wants to take
the bus she thinks we are too old to drive 300 miles.
On the bus, you might risk sitting by someone who can`t afford
water or soap that is a low grade working person on his way to
use a spade and whatever to build a trench that keeps the water
away when it is raining
I`m a tonic water socialist and read the Guardian, crystal glasses
and a sneaky *** on the loo. To meet a proper working class person
would shatter my illusion and bring back a memory of my father last time
I saw him it was on a bus and he was drunk.
I will drive- anyway- not long from now I will not be able to they are
putting up obstacles to stop us old ones driving
I sit and watch
Contentment seizes --
Magic happens
Pathways within
An unseen mind --
Manipulates madness
Logic questions sense
Molehill reservations --
Rapture says nothing
Re-discover pulse
In tired ways --
Let zest escalate
Time comes and goes
Breezy as the zephyr --
Cool tonic water
Opinions stacked
Feedback confronted --
Cynic attending
Islands apart
Sun-tan lotion --
SPF 100
Conflict and pain
Raw nerves mangled --
Sanguine refrains
Word for word
Not much to say --
Only haphazard itch
Cross road signage
Beware of traffic --
In all directions!
Wet market scene
Buying and selling --
Brisk business attends
Sometimes
Life consigns each --
Unnoticed dash
Good book
In small hands --
Reading preferred
Small talk
Short quirky lines --
Brief salvation
Change of mind
Strange affair --
Rites of passage
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2014
Singapore
We treaded beneath the harvest moon
cursing the viper beneath the hideous act
that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria",
too frightened to predecease his age mates
he lay lifeless on his death bed
a cosy platform made of fine bamboo
and his eyes spinned as if in a hex
drum beats acclaimed our arrival
at the abode of Sango the wizard of wizards
of course we had with us a black heifer,
snout enough to entice the gods
we entered the rounded hut willy-nilly
and quietly we fell on a Columbus skin
the accustomed comfort for the doctor's guests
the famed hermit displayed his aptitude
arrayed in mysterious amulets he looked creepy
and sure indeed our ticks palpitated
dancing in circles marked the preliminaries
before moving on to palpate,
his already awe-stricken patient
slowly the patient was made to gulp
a mysterious potion from Sango's secret recipe
which we all thought tasted like tonic water
that was one of our visit to a warlock
and sure enough it proved fruitful
for the patient -that- was lives to tell
of how magic had beat science
If you want a gin with quality that is real,
choose the little green bottle with the red wax seal.
You can make a mean martini when you have it in hand.
This ninety-four proof spirit is in worldwide demand.
It very well may be the planet’s best-selling brand.
The stuff mixes well with just about any juice.
Mixing it with tonic water is another popular use.
It is exported from England to almost anywhere in the world.
People enjoy it no matter which flag is unfurled.
If you go out for a drink on any night or day,
remember to ask for the gin known as Tanqueray.
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