"malts" poems - Hello Poetry

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC

I want to live in a Norman Rockwell painting Where I'm surrounded by the simple times If you don't know what I mean let me explain it It consists of front porch swings and Mom's apple pie Sunday afternoons in Grandma's kitchen Lazy fishing days down by the lake Or in a Soda Shop drinking Chocolate Malts with cherries on top As I while away the day Norman's way Riding bikes down hills the whole time laughing Cowboys, Indians, and Pirates all in one day With sunsets painted red and no strangers met No secrets kept to wanna give away Life on parade the American way Pride in your family and friends Helping each other no matter race, creed, or color Starting each meal out with an amen Picnics at the park, hot dogs and gaming Potato sack and three-legged racing Nothing like today's grind taxing both the heart and mind Which to me desperately needs replacing With life in a Norman Rockwell painting

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Dec 1, 2018

Dec 1, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC

mike-hauser

Life In A Norman Rockwell Painting

I want to live in a Norman Rockwell painting Where I'm surrounded by the simple times If you don't know what I mean let me explain it It consists of front porch swings and Mom's apple pie Sunday afternoons in Grandma's kitchen Lazy fishing days down by the lake Or in a Soda Shop drinking Chocolate Malts with cherries on top As I while away the day Norman's way Riding bikes down hills the whole time laughing Cowboys, Indians, and Pirates all in one day With sunsets painted red and no strangers met No secrets kept to wanna give away Life on parade the American way Pride in your family and friends Helping each other no matter race, creed, or color Starting each meal out with an amen Picnics at the park, hot dogs and gaming Potato sack and three-legged racing Nothing like today's grind taxing both the heart and mind Which to me desperately needs replacing With life in a Norman Rockwell painting

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May the devils have their due, and the angels get their share. Long live the home brewer of meads and brews and other godly delights that came from the yeast. Here, here, to the dreamers that made the flavors of barley, hops, and malts. Here, here, to the honey the fruits and maples that make the mead so sweet. So raise your glass and tip your steines to the brewers that made life a lot more easier to shine. Ziggy, zoggy, ziggy, zoggy, oy, oy, oy.

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Oct 8, 2023

Oct 8, 2023 at 10:32 PM UTC

michael-robert-triska

Drunkard's life for me

May the devils have their due, and the angels get their share. Long live the home brewer of meads and brews and other godly delights that came from the yeast. Here, here, to the dreamers that made the flavors of barley, hops, and malts. Here, here, to the honey the fruits and maples that make the mead so sweet. So raise your glass and tip your steines to the brewers that made life a lot more easier to shine. Ziggy, zoggy, ziggy, zoggy, oy, oy, oy.

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From whence this identity comes Malts, hops, father’s approval What he holds in his arms Is of no surprise ‘Just missing’ each other Not likely coincidental Star couplings, mishap earthlings Persons never to be known Crossed streets to Strange neighborhoods Lawn games… how odd In quiet hours on the highway Gripping, understood, elusive and all wrong Remembering, but more forgotten Ring passed over luminescent waters Love, not enigmatically magical Autumn hues in baby fine hair Righting the nightmares Nothing mattered more than this.

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Jan 31, 2014

Jan 31, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC

diane-1

Einstein Wore V-Neck Sweaters

From whence this identity comes Malts, hops, father’s approval What he holds in his arms Is of no surprise ‘Just missing’ each other Not likely coincidental Star couplings, mishap earthlings Persons never to be known Crossed streets to Strange neighborhoods Lawn games… how odd In quiet hours on the highway Gripping, understood, elusive and all wrong Remembering, but more forgotten Ring passed over luminescent waters Love, not enigmatically magical Autumn hues in baby fine hair Righting the nightmares Nothing mattered more than this.

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The smell of cut grass, cigarettes, and vanilla malts will always bring you back The other night sitting by the fire, alone, the smell of smoke and musty flannels, I could not resist remembering that bitter fall night But that's just the thing. I can't touch you, hear you, or love you anymore. And I'm not sure I'd want to anymore. You've changed to much. I have created a new you in my head. One who thinks about me and everyday, listens to the song coming home from work, and tears up, and searches my name on Google. I know that's not true though, you've became like a different person. You don't think about me, you forgot about the songs. The hot, sticky, and humid summer nights yelling at each other through the teared screen door. you forgot about us at the counter in the no smoking area, smoking, drinking vanilla malts. I hated that I loved you and loved how much I would so often, end up hating you. I loved this love roller coaster. It was exceptionally thrilling.

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC

jo-beller

Person I used to Know

The smell of cut grass, cigarettes, and vanilla malts will always bring you back The other night sitting by the fire, alone, the smell of smoke and musty flannels, I could not resist remembering that bitter fall night But that's just the thing. I can't touch you, hear you, or love you anymore. And I'm not sure I'd want to anymore. You've changed to much. I have created a new you in my head. One who thinks about me and everyday, listens to the song coming home from work, and tears up, and searches my name on Google. I know that's not true though, you've became like a different person. You don't think about me, you forgot about the songs. The hot, sticky, and humid summer nights yelling at each other through the teared screen door. you forgot about us at the counter in the no smoking area, smoking, drinking vanilla malts. I hated that I loved you and loved how much I would so often, end up hating you. I loved this love roller coaster. It was exceptionally thrilling.

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Existence wreaked accidental,by clashes chromosomal Unplanned, a journey Serpentine,winding, unmapped, tortuously Human? unwinding unknown child to man, Unconscious mostly,Intuitively grasping occasional, failing Still, the miracle of it all, just burying my head in existence. Material-objective-isms,passions many pursued Grey matter conditioned,chiselled, downgraded, I am an affordable success of my evening malts Unwondering,unmiraculous,strsightjacketed daily By numbers plastic,jobs hated,sensitivities ignored. Now as I see you Rains,sunrises,sunsets,the sea and waves The stars, you my street musician, with urchins dancing around. Some coiled humanity springs forth again and makes me grasp The divine miracle, again momentary! with a full heart and tears Impassionate.

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Apr 5, 2014

Apr 5, 2014 at 6:22 AM UTC

max-chelur-the-hermits-corner

Coiled Humanity... Still Unkilled.

Existence wreaked accidental,by clashes chromosomal Unplanned, a journey Serpentine,winding, unmapped, tortuously Human? unwinding unknown child to man, Unconscious mostly,Intuitively grasping occasional, failing Still, the miracle of it all, just burying my head in existence. Material-objective-isms,passions many pursued Grey matter conditioned,chiselled, downgraded, I am an affordable success of my evening malts Unwondering,unmiraculous,strsightjacketed daily By numbers plastic,jobs hated,sensitivities ignored. Now as I see you Rains,sunrises,sunsets,the sea and waves The stars, you my street musician, with urchins dancing around. Some coiled humanity springs forth again and makes me grasp The divine miracle, again momentary! with a full heart and tears Impassionate.

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Covenant of all ages, Contrite despite the hatred here many feel! Begged emotions, Vexation of treasured spaces, Inherited shackles to the debackle of brutes and feathered conquest!!! Chauffeurs for you to lure, Cheribums of wooden steps!!! What ***** didst thou come from frosted faced vampiress? You succeed in all pleasures, Yet for thy measure your still undressed!! Not like the rest, Your timbrel makes settled noise, Hard to avoid when thine feet trip over each step!!! Church organs rattle about me as hymn book's not always around, Some are phonies, Many lonely, Coheed to icelandic ground!!!! Groupies meet in secludes corners, While adorers temp with foul mouth tounges, No blacks to white, or whites to black, just two players making one!!! Orange cones to ex out any leaving plan's, No clothing stands here! This is not a mall town shop!!!! No ice-creamed malts, Just rags connected to colts, Where trainers come from thy gambling slots!!!!! Wounds to every room, Dont get hung up on thyself, Wherein harlotry cometh in, Surely all grins are tiredly screaming out for help!!!!!

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

***** of harlots

Covenant of all ages, Contrite despite the hatred here many feel! Begged emotions, Vexation of treasured spaces, Inherited shackles to the debackle of brutes and feathered conquest!!! Chauffeurs for you to lure, Cheribums of wooden steps!!! What ***** didst thou come from frosted faced vampiress? You succeed in all pleasures, Yet for thy measure your still undressed!! Not like the rest, Your timbrel makes settled noise, Hard to avoid when thine feet trip over each step!!! Church organs rattle about me as hymn book's not always around, Some are phonies, Many lonely, Coheed to icelandic ground!!!! Groupies meet in secludes corners, While adorers temp with foul mouth tounges, No blacks to white, or whites to black, just two players making one!!! Orange cones to ex out any leaving plan's, No clothing stands here! This is not a mall town shop!!!! No ice-creamed malts, Just rags connected to colts, Where trainers come from thy gambling slots!!!!! Wounds to every room, Dont get hung up on thyself, Wherein harlotry cometh in, Surely all grins are tiredly screaming out for help!!!!!

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Scottish single malts are loved by fans here and abroad. Some folks will pay a fortune for rare bottles they can hoard. Whenever a commodity becomes as rare as gold, there always will be criminals with profit as their goal. They'll find an empty bottle and forge tax stamps for it too and fill it up with Canadian Club, a far far lesser brew! Then, when the fraud's discovered, Scotland Yard is called to find the perpetrators and to hang them by the ***** A detective of a certain sort can discern what bottles hold. by looking at, in certain light, the subtle shades of gold. He'll need to know which revenue stamps are fraudulent or true. If the contents are suspicious he must taste them , wouldn't you? " I'm thinking this is Jameson's, Not Macallan's malt so pure. but I'll take another glass or two to be absolutely sure."

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

The Counterfeit inspector

Scottish single malts are loved by fans here and abroad. Some folks will pay a fortune for rare bottles they can hoard. Whenever a commodity becomes as rare as gold, there always will be criminals with profit as their goal. They'll find an empty bottle and forge tax stamps for it too and fill it up with Canadian Club, a far far lesser brew! Then, when the fraud's discovered, Scotland Yard is called to find the perpetrators and to hang them by the ***** A detective of a certain sort can discern what bottles hold. by looking at, in certain light, the subtle shades of gold. He'll need to know which revenue stamps are fraudulent or true. If the contents are suspicious he must taste them , wouldn't you? " I'm thinking this is Jameson's, Not Macallan's malt so pure. but I'll take another glass or two to be absolutely sure."

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My Conscience takes all my mistakes And hurls them in my face So I relive each negative And demeaning disgrace With clarity, severity, And overwhelming shame. Day after day It does convey Just who I have to blame. I find no peace, my mind wont cease, I’m constantly harassed; My mind wallows within the throes Of dredging up my past So for support I find comfort In Spirits so divine And I believe in Their reprieve- As warmth and bliss combine. These Single Malts drown all my faults I count them one by one Watching each pass through a raised glass My Aspersorium- But mine contains Heavenly Flames Which sear into my soul I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze Which makes me lose control. It does submerge the morbid urge To find a swift release And be content with permanent And everlasting peace. But my meekness is a weakness- A flaw which guarantees A gilded hell where I can dwell Toasting bad memories. Yvonne Denise Springer Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer

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Mar 23, 2019

Mar 23, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC

springchic1979

A Gilded Hell

My Conscience takes all my mistakes And hurls them in my face So I relive each negative And demeaning disgrace With clarity, severity, And overwhelming shame. Day after day It does convey Just who I have to blame. I find no peace, my mind wont cease, I’m constantly harassed; My mind wallows within the throes Of dredging up my past So for support I find comfort In Spirits so divine And I believe in Their reprieve- As warmth and bliss combine. These Single Malts drown all my faults I count them one by one Watching each pass through a raised glass My Aspersorium- But mine contains Heavenly Flames Which sear into my soul I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze Which makes me lose control. It does submerge the morbid urge To find a swift release And be content with permanent And everlasting peace. But my meekness is a weakness- A flaw which guarantees A gilded hell where I can dwell Toasting bad memories. Yvonne Denise Springer Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer

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It is that time of week, when our meaningless pursuits drown in beer and single malts. Our shadows retire besides us tired of walking on overdoses of caffeine and monotony. The tires rest while the toes breathe. Even in this restless summer, you somehow remember the fire hearth, within your heart when you were young. Exit Doors closed with regrets. The waves are not beautiful. The fear of death tastes nothing like ice. A miserable mixture of cheap gin and tonic, that is a straight gulp of unending silence would feel like. You are in the stagnant waters now, don't forget to swim.

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 3:31 AM UTC

shashank-bhardwaj

Stagnant Waters

It is that time of week, when our meaningless pursuits drown in beer and single malts. Our shadows retire besides us tired of walking on overdoses of caffeine and monotony. The tires rest while the toes breathe. Even in this restless summer, you somehow remember the fire hearth, within your heart when you were young. Exit Doors closed with regrets. The waves are not beautiful. The fear of death tastes nothing like ice. A miserable mixture of cheap gin and tonic, that is a straight gulp of unending silence would feel like. You are in the stagnant waters now, don't forget to swim.

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I feel so hollow. Is it you who I can't follow? Do you think I would dare try you too scare? That would be fair. Can you be my teddy bear? I would always care. If you saw me would you love my hair? Will you pick out a dress to wear? Women are nothing to fear. We don't all drink beer. You don't have to call us dear. We don't wear that much gear. We can speak & hear. We like the sites from the pier. Most of the us don't age much through the years Sometimes we get sad and cry a few tears. We can also clap and cheer. We hates it in the rear. So be careful to steer. Hear this warning & you won't suffer in the morning. I can make your life so boring. You know it's just me you are adoring. It's obvious from all the charm you're pouring. I won't be ******* At my place it's used for living that storing. If I had been more kind you're who I could find. I would pay you some mind. I didn't know you. I had the chance I blew. It evaporated like the morning dew. On a plane I never flew. Sometimes I am so naive. So unaware. That's why you were shocked and stared. I didn't know you were rich and famous. How shameless. It's my fault. I don't have access to your vault. I used to drink chocolate malts. I hope I get another time. To see you and pine. I want to be someone you will remember. This September. You can treat me like a queen. I need a magic bean. To experience such an unrealistic dream. One I've always tried to imagine. To Freedom you're my key to open this lock. To you I will flock. Just open the door don't even knock.

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

harmony-sapphire

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I feel so hollow. Is it you who I can't follow? Do you think I would dare try you too scare? That would be fair. Can you be my teddy bear? I would always care. If you saw me would you love my hair? Will you pick out a dress to wear? Women are nothing to fear. We don't all drink beer. You don't have to call us dear. We don't wear that much gear. We can speak & hear. We like the sites from the pier. Most of the us don't age much through the years Sometimes we get sad and cry a few tears. We can also clap and cheer. We hates it in the rear. So be careful to steer. Hear this warning & you won't suffer in the morning. I can make your life so boring. You know it's just me you are adoring. It's obvious from all the charm you're pouring. I won't be ******* At my place it's used for living that storing. If I had been more kind you're who I could find. I would pay you some mind. I didn't know you. I had the chance I blew. It evaporated like the morning dew. On a plane I never flew. Sometimes I am so naive. So unaware. That's why you were shocked and stared. I didn't know you were rich and famous. How shameless. It's my fault. I don't have access to your vault. I used to drink chocolate malts. I hope I get another time. To see you and pine. I want to be someone you will remember. This September. You can treat me like a queen. I need a magic bean. To experience such an unrealistic dream. One I've always tried to imagine. To Freedom you're my key to open this lock. To you I will flock. Just open the door don't even knock.

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