#vermouth - Hello Poetry

Vermouth turns to vinegar Her sweet youth imprisons her, A reverie soured with age

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Jun 13, 2020

Jun 13, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC

z54

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Vermouth turns to vinegar Her sweet youth imprisons her, A reverie soured with age

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You caught my eye but once, You caught me eye but twice, Then popped them in a cocktail glass, And topped it up with ice. Vermouth you added first, And then a shot of gin, A squeeze of lime, a dash of tea, With salt around the rim. _‘One martini coming up!’_ you drawled, You slid it down the bar, And so returned my eyes to me, Like olives from a jar. To those who swear that love is blind, You've surely never been, The subject of a stolen glance, From a barmaid named Nadine.

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC

annh

Stolen Glances

You caught my eye but once, You caught me eye but twice, Then popped them in a cocktail glass, And topped it up with ice. Vermouth you added first, And then a shot of gin, A squeeze of lime, a dash of tea, With salt around the rim. _‘One martini coming up!’_ you drawled, You slid it down the bar, And so returned my eyes to me, Like olives from a jar. To those who swear that love is blind, You've surely never been, The subject of a stolen glance, From a barmaid named Nadine.

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let’s run to the vermouth tree let’s run up the bark chipping off skin showing smooth pane you and me you and me just you and me you and me we’ll be kings in our altitude we’ll drink the sap to makes us drowsy we’ll take a nap on the branches grand like muscular thighs of amicable giants planted right here in the sand let’s run up the vermouth tree and laze around like vagabonds whose only inspiration is to live to long and to live long just like this horizontal wooden palace which shall persist when we are gone which shall resist broken innocence for her branches always reach towards the sky never regretting or failing to try its sweet earthiness shall remind us of the goodness of nature as we drift to dreams its sweet richness fortified reminds us of things powerful and magical you and me you and me we’ll be befuddled atop her palms held in her grace as we hang as voluntary adornments clinging on for love returning home when the night’s to come. until the setting sun greets us here atop the cusp flowerful smoke defusing what’s become of us while the clouds turn sad at dusk a must, the rust is true and magnificent and you and I stay drunk.

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC

saryachan

Vermouth Tree

let’s run to the vermouth tree let’s run up the bark chipping off skin showing smooth pane you and me you and me just you and me you and me we’ll be kings in our altitude we’ll drink the sap to makes us drowsy we’ll take a nap on the branches grand like muscular thighs of amicable giants planted right here in the sand let’s run up the vermouth tree and laze around like vagabonds whose only inspiration is to live to long and to live long just like this horizontal wooden palace which shall persist when we are gone which shall resist broken innocence for her branches always reach towards the sky never regretting or failing to try its sweet earthiness shall remind us of the goodness of nature as we drift to dreams its sweet richness fortified reminds us of things powerful and magical you and me you and me we’ll be befuddled atop her palms held in her grace as we hang as voluntary adornments clinging on for love returning home when the night’s to come. until the setting sun greets us here atop the cusp flowerful smoke defusing what’s become of us while the clouds turn sad at dusk a must, the rust is true and magnificent and you and I stay drunk.

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