Liqueur Poems - Poems about Liqueur

...Weeping walls of heralded hallows, Sweetless seam of darkening shadows, Seldom son of sickening honour, Shall bring, shall bring, this darkening hour. So sweet, so sweet, this tallowing cower, ......

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...From this angle the bushes do not conceal them. Are they hinged or unhinging? Each body is a prison gate for the other, both seem stuck together by a pungent lip spit. Feathering fingers pulse-pl......

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... The badger entering the underground labyrinth it is impossible to discover the stars at night In the drowsy dark caves of the mind trying to maintain the truth safe in the memo......

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..."Ralphie, Big Yellow. Ralphie, get up here it's Big Yellow!" "I'm not as excited about Big Yellow as you are. I've made this quite clear." "But the STOP! The STOP, Ralphie! We made a bet!" "Brend......

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...It runs in the blood, you know. The mind may forget, but the body remembers There are things you'll try to shake and fail for years Etched in the nerves for generations to come Love you grandpa......

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...When the light dims The man in the lunch café drank 3 tall glasses of wine he spoke loudly trying to draw attention to himself not that I'm an expert, but he was, clearly divorced and on holi......

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...This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live. ......

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... I fell in love with a Drunken Poet When with light My Grail He fills Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill With Rhymes and reasons salutations Filled so full, Colorful My i......

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...Martial Translations Coq au vin (Cook or wine) by Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch 1. Hosts always invite you to dinner, Phoebe, but are you merely an éclair to ......

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...I have no friends left, In this town, Will you be my friend? You, the little Prince Living On the planet B 612? Will you be my friend? The robin Gracefully singing When I Walk? I have n......

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...All French cakes are delicious, better The “ Amandier” and its subtle nuts taste in the mouth, The “Paris-Brest”, with its sweet praline cream, Rum Baba, with its sweet taste of liqueur, The “t......

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...Laughter Laughter knocks on the doors of tragedy selling snake oil. Its remedy has no cure, but the symptoms from consuming its liqueur are delightful. There are all sorts of......

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...She danced into my life three years ago as if she'd been born with Angel wings. My granddaughter, Eloise; a star aglow, twirling in a ballerina skirt as she sings... words of Taylor's......

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...I’ve got it - woot! Well, we’ve (Lisa and I) have it. The Covid. After living carefully serpentine lives - for the last half decade - we both have it. Lisa started feeling pun......

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...- The reality perspectives from nothing to nothing sentenced to disappear - ......

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