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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges#19 What's Your Tipple |
From the humble cuppa to a glass of vintage wine, this challenge is inviting you to explore the pleasures of a little light
refreshment. If you make your tipple the focus of your poem, as I have in my haiku, or use it to form the descriptive of
something else is entirely up to you. Have fun with your beverage!
Happy quilling Jem XXXX |
What's Your Tipple
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Maryse AchongThough I'm no heavy drinker I admit That off and off I've tippled, so to speak; Enjoying a good drink is quite legit. The trick is to know when its time to quit If not the outcome can be somewhat bleak, Though I'm no heavy drinker I admit. It can be rather pleasant just to sit And relax after a harrowing week. Enjoying a good drink is quite legit. And there are times I feel I need a bit Of strength so I can turn the other cheek, Though I'm no heavy drinker I admit. A shot of Baileys usually does it; No rum or brandy they both make me weak. Enjoying a good drink is quite legit. And so every now and then I permit Myself a glass of Baileys, smooth and sleek. Though I'm no heavy drinker I admit Enjoying a good drink is quite legit. back to list |
Divena Collins Hiya all, I am the little country mouse And I was created in Divena`s Post. I live in a cupboard at her house And now she`s a house mouse host, I know she is busy, writing in the Tir So can you all please keep it quiet And do not tell her that I`m here, For she surely will create a riot, I know and she`ll put me on a diet. I want to join the challenge you see, That one about my favourite Tipple I know she made a mouse out of me But I am really a mouse thats fickle, I am quite partial, to a glass of wine With a lovely big nibble of cheese, It is just an indulgent fancy of mine Too much, I staggers, and wheeze, But love this, in the challenge please. ----- Love Potion 69 Oh I found a perfect tipple, peps me up no end. Makes me feel alive, when I`ve been feeling low, Its a guarded secret, but you are all my friends, Listen to me now. I shall tell you, what I know. I found it on the internet, when I ventured in line It was a special offer, thought to buy just a few, `Twas the label I had noticed ." Love Potion 69" Not only tasted good, but a full bodied wine too. If your feeling weary, and not at all up to scratch . Searching in your mirror, for those deep worried lines If your restless, or moody, or being a cross patch Or are too busy, and haven`t really got the time, Place your order now, you can buy a magnum batch Just click on the url for "Love Potion.69 ".  back to list |
Jem Farmer One sip has silenced babbling crowds tonight and all I hear is whispers call me 'Miss' in rowdy bars that reek of ageing piss among the crashing glass and hazy light, where turpitude and sin can seem so right this world becomes an underground abyss in whisky shots I often reminisce, the drunken hags still looking for a fight. Inside my heart lies broken, cursed by love, no gentle words repair the chaffing sore but whisky's liquor numbs the endless pain. No answers found when its her I think of and close my eyes from seeing anymore, for love that once was bliss is now my bane. ----- Eager Anticipation  Her blue eyes captured mine over creamy froth as aromas of espresso caught on my breath to jumble with sudden urgency of want and coffee stained looks. Succinct glances drift aside to sweet morsels and discreet flushes burn over the Danish in hidden conversations desire reveals the unasked questions. By chance or design this dalliance of lust now mingles in sips of burnt umber heat and previsions of sexual exchanges drift before the mind. Invitations expressed in body language frustrated by a glance from hard-to-get eyes showing hunger yet absent of surety as emotions play. The games of coquetry fuel the senses and anticipation lingers on purpose as you and I whisper sweet wordings it's clear where flirting will end. The strength of need reigns over nervous tension leading to first intimate explorations the tentative kiss that leads my pulsing fire to her passion's bed. ----- Heavy on the Vine Now grapes are hanging heavy on the vine, in valleys neath the blazing summer sun. and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine All thoughts are lost and memories resign, as dreams recall a time of loving fun, when grapes were hanging heavy on the vine For love has flown beyond the mortal line, but feelings say we are forever one, and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine Each night I sleep and find that love is mine, until the dawn reveals the world I shun when grapes are hanging heavy on the vine As reflections fall like silver moonshine, I whisper on the breeze. 'I love you, hun!' and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine Those precious dreams in which our souls combine, exalt the day my life is truly done when grapes are hanging heavy on the vine and senses yearn to savour fragrant wine ----- Morning Tea Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. --- T'ien Yiheng The sparring kids are screaming through the house, as mother sighs a weary wish for peace, and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse, the chores will have to wait for her caprice. The brassy kettle boils in clouds of steam, as dried old leaves let their essence fly free, a china cup awaits her amber dream, a drop of milk and silence she will see, the world retreats into a cup of tea. back to list |
Ryter Roethical You see the China cups in the afternoon Sitting in the lounge, or perhaps a cafe Their teapot placed - thus, Teabags dressed to the right A pot with milk, and a bowl of sugar cubes Don't forget the tongs It's only etiquette to use the tongs. Myself I prefer a pint cup Never washed only rinsed Builds the flavour over the many years Two heaped spoons of Tetley's Water poured on and left to mash. Four spoons of sugar with a threat of milk. Now that's a mans cup of tea. ----- Walking on the Moon Do you remember that night I first offered you a glass of wine You were going to refuse And then you smiled and said, "Yes" That wasn't the last time you said "Yes" That night, or many others. I asked you if you were happy after You smiled and asked, "With the wine or you?" You thought for a moment and grinned saying, "The wine was nice, but you were……… Like I was walking on the moon". "Walking on the moon?" I asked. And she smiled and said, "May I have another glass of wine please?" ----- X Bottle Brand  What is my tipple you ask? Madam remember what I said, About a glass of Aussie red, What is a more simple task? But if I wish to be sociable eh. I have a tasty white, a local brew And what's wrong with a Chardonnay? It's much better shared by two? Then after sharing a dinners sport What's better than a large glass of port? Mind you I'd rather have a few more But it's crass to count or to score. What I do know is I love wine It's Gods way of saying, "Life is fine". ----- Zinfandel and More Tonight let's have a drinking race Fill the tankard with wine that's soured Without your love no clock has a face. Competition in jars shall be what's scored My feet's far too leaded to stand the pace Life's bitter brew my cup's o'erflowed Memory still stays and cannot be erased Till consciousness by sour wine devoured Overcome by wine I must now seek my bed. Pour down the wine let us drink to forget Un-lived dreams litter the path I now walk Plans made in good faith, caused only sweat Once loving conversations are now just talk With pleasured gifts now nought but a blight All thoughts of love's pleasure now cast aside Let Horus and Bacchus join with us tonight For we ignored what was known outside Admitting finally that love has long died. back to list |
Nia WynneDid you see the moon displayed in sky As it hovered in a mauve sunset? Someday I'd love to share such lovely days With black China tea for two, no regrets In times well spent and friendship honest lent. There paintings of memory will abide Through troubled moments and take no rent For hearts that brew a finer sip, confide The consumption of love, nothing to hide.  back to list |
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