Cocktails Poems - Poems about Cocktails

intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived...

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The night is warm and her flowers in bloom A chance to dispatch our covid’d gloom; Old friends together, our drinks too well known A chance to catch up instead of alone. Each chair is placed at the distance proscribed And each wears a mask as our hostess advised, Surely, covid here has no chance to spread, Though no one can...

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Smelled of orange, dense wet woods and musk. Piercing bright blue steady eyes Looked up theirs Constrainted gaze upon his joyful face So pleasant and entertaining The Fro with the Negroni His golden poodle alfro welcoming the bright sun Stylish shoes, suits; a well groomed homosapian. He took to the heat by going to the sea And slept in the sand. He's...

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Scaling the heights of 5 inch disco heels, I stood upon my red plaid platform shoes. I surveyed the room. It was still a bit early, the fashionably late set had not yet arrived. They would be greeted by a brand new light show. Timed to the undulating beat, paired...

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Cocktails and Coffee Two fabulous things One makes you giddy and One makes you sing Which one is which A person might say Why, whichever one ...

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We too have champagnes champagnes against diseases champagnes of dead drugs things dangerous but fit somehow probably for a slow something We too have cocktails in plenty cocktails of dead body covers cocktails of dead shirts, shoes, bras dead, buried, resurrected for us probably for a slow something Champagnes, cocktails fake, duplicate, cheap for charities second hand, third hand, last hand all stretch their legs towards ...

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Dearest friend did I mention,  that I am not yet convinced about these coalition cocktails.  These cocktails of compromise can quickly cause confusion. Traditional reliables, mixed with fresh and new infusions. Watered down potency, muster these illusions Of neutrality, accessibility, of binding, and of fusion.  Contrasting composites of strong and fruity mixtures;  Colliding compounds of strange, exotic elixir.  Confounding ancient wisdom, and conventional...

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COCKTAILS FOR ONE Opening the kitchen cabinet for a morning cocktail, line em up in a row one two three four five on the counter as the smell of am coffee brews. Down the hatch they go, five for breakfast, two with lunch, one more for dinner and two at bed time, three cheers for me whomever I...

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Cocktails at Seven Stand I grinning like a second-rate comedian, conversation wafting over and about my see-through discomfort. Dancing tongues skip subject-to-subject, inoculating lulls like EMT’s ready with the paddles. I am here next to my wishing star on the brink of coming in on a double dutch jump. Kathryn McL. Collins ©November 8, 2011...

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Freedom comes from the one who left.. and I beckon the audience who stands before me, and I am standing here in the deepest ocean , can you see me , I will never drown, I am the power you tried to sustain, and I... turn my back on you as you call my name , and I ask my audience can they...

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