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"mojitos" poems
Take me to a pub So I can drink and get drunk Forget all my sorrows for five minutes And after the five minutes are gone I shall grab the phone And shout my anger with similes and curses And melancholic poetic verses Take to me to a pub. Take me to a pub So I can drink and get drunk Then drive my tombstone of a car And empty my rage in shifting gears Of crashing death A representation of the life Of advanced products of simple humans Dumb enough to die Take me to a pub Take me to a pub So that I can meet some girls And maybe go back with them home And smoke some **** And ashes Of the dead people of the past Which has now become a part of my mouth And in my mouth Mixed things With either a sharp taste Or a sharp color Or a sharp texture… Like multicolored knives entering my veins approaching my heart To rip it apart Take me to a pub… Take me to a pub Where I can die Under tables and cups And bartenders And miserable people trying to laugh With eyes that are not theirs And faces that are not faces Like animals unstrapped for one night And once they wake up the more impossible are the braces Shaped into bubbles that are suffocating With no hope for air That it becomes unfair Take me to a pub And then blame God For my torment and bad hangovers Saying why God!? Why did you let me go to a pub… And after I wake up for reason And logic, discover my flaws I go back to my illogical ways Because you are taking me to a pub Television takes me to a pub Politics takes me to a pub Consumerism takes me to a pub I feel like I’m the hot girl of the night Because everyone is taking me to a pub Grab some beer Some ***** Mojitos and some Absen Leave my mind unaware And my thought absent Take Me To A pub Now!
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
Take me to a pub now:
Take me to a pub So I can drink and get drunk Forget all my sorrows for five minutes And after the five minutes are gone I shall grab the phone And shout my anger with similes and curses And melancholic poetic verses Take to me to a pub. Take me to a pub So I can drink and get drunk Then drive my tombstone of a car And empty my rage in shifting gears Of crashing death A representation of the life Of advanced products of simple humans Dumb enough to die Take me to a pub Take me to a pub So that I can meet some girls And maybe go back with them home And smoke some **** And ashes Of the dead people of the past Which has now become a part of my mouth And in my mouth Mixed things With either a sharp taste Or a sharp color Or a sharp texture… Like multicolored knives entering my veins approaching my heart To rip it apart Take me to a pub… Take me to a pub Where I can die Under tables and cups And bartenders And miserable people trying to laugh With eyes that are not theirs And faces that are not faces Like animals unstrapped for one night And once they wake up the more impossible are the braces Shaped into bubbles that are suffocating With no hope for air That it becomes unfair Take me to a pub And then blame God For my torment and bad hangovers Saying why God!? Why did you let me go to a pub… And after I wake up for reason And logic, discover my flaws I go back to my illogical ways Because you are taking me to a pub Television takes me to a pub Politics takes me to a pub Consumerism takes me to a pub I feel like I’m the hot girl of the night Because everyone is taking me to a pub Grab some beer Some ***** Mojitos and some Absen Leave my mind unaware And my thought absent Take Me To A pub Now!
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red tile roof ... whitewash balcony in romanesque cemicircle , fridge full 'f                         1 litro bottles Alhambra cerveza -- clawfoot tub, coldwater (couture) $1000/week: (i could live on that) lucky strike spirals in spanish summer, bare feet on the railing upturned to sun beaming on pearly albayzin of granada. afternoon mojitos with a new woman ev'ry week. (reading magazines) spend 75 drunk nights ( reading ,   smoking ,   swilling gin ) & typewriter whirring out pages (underwood airbus laissez-faire) flamenco on a record player back in the house one of those spanish girls slipping off a white dress (which falls like a soft breath of cloud down to the ground and sits there still as death) as she gets into the jacuzzi. & spend 75 high days throwing change into fountains, hand up skirt of my carmen-du-jour. climb drydust hills with guinness tallcans in plastic borsa drinking dark beauties as golden orb hung in clouds keeps on grinning heatwaves. (feelin' like maybe perhaps possibly i be free)
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC
dream 162 / tres meses
the setting sun glows crimson over distant hills people enjoy the balmy temperatures sip their mojitos and manhattans anticipating finger food and tapas chatting with friends and neighbors not everybody notices the folding blossoms of the garden flowers or the sweet evening songs of birds the daring hedgehog venturing forth     to look for food the smell of honeysuckle gaining force     under the rising moon the beauty of our nature often gets talked away in conversations reduced to just a pleasant ambiance that loosens our tongues in our obsession to communicate we tend to overlook the soft magnificence the world presents to us in dusky evening hours
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
summer evening
Motorbiking in Paris through the small windy streets Nearly getting hit with a bike near the prostitutes in Amsterdam Getting ditched and running across Berlin at 6 AM 5 story club, all you can drink tour, and 80 cent beers in Prague Surfing in a garden then drinking in the beer gardens in Munich Ruin bars and getting ruined at them in Budapest Walking hungover on the triple bridge in Ljubljana Sipping a spritz on the canals in Venice Throwing back mojitos with the locals in Florence Roaming around the ancient ruins in Rome Partying until the sun is up and more in Barcelona
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Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
Across Europe
there's a galaxy of things i've said would you like to choose one? maybe we can write a song and go dancing in town drink mojitos and long island ice tea just so I can say that thing all over again
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
Untitled
if these fettered feathers will ever be better reversed intent i could gain back the time i spent sipping lime mint mojitos getting bit by mosquitoes bloodsuckers that be feeding their egos jeez, there we go over the same routine, and you never get it are you stupid or deaf? im blinded by the minute - my decisions a mess living upset given a nest built on a ship i perch and jump - just to flee this **** diving at your purse, life's broke but i take what i can from this ***** plus with a wide set hips and a bright sets of lips i can't help my attraction
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
i can't help u
The lime tree Stood on top Of The Hill, The ground around With limes Did it Fill One Decending lime Rolling to the Incline, Got itself Into a Spin Tumbling down With no Jill After Hitting the road side A car did abide,   By changing its Shape to Flat, But! Deep into The tyre grip Went a Pip Spinning around To the engine's Sound, It's DNA Got slightly Altered After coming to a Full stop, The fastidious Chauffeur Noticed, The Wheel didn't Need a Seed, Flicking it over a Wall, Where it landed Upon fertile Land As the seed started to grow It's branches began To twist Ten years went by As quick as a Roll Of you're Eye The land That the tree, Let It's roots spread free Also contained a Shack, And as the morning Broke, The old man Awoke Starting his daily routine, The days Always seemed The same, But He was clever enough to know, There was no-one To Blame But Himself, Life just seemed to Snooker him, Into this Pocket His only venture out, Was the local store, Supplying all that Was Needed But Before setting off, Something was calling to His Attention, The sound of a bird Never Heard Heading down The overgrown Path, The bird suddenly stopped, And While flying off, He saw something, Never seen Before A tree bering limes, From it's Corkscrew branches, But Not any old limes, Their skins Also Had a Twist Picking one up, Marvelling at the shape, He headed off to The store Arriving at the door, Felt like Not Before, This day was like No Other Gathering his supplies, Catching the Shopkeepers eye, "A very good day to you" "I don't mean to sound rude But you're in a good mood" She said, while giving Him a Smile "What would you think If I asked you out For a drink?" "I'd grab Hat and coat, Lock up this old store And we'd be on our way" With his best smile in years He said "Well let's go" Arriving at the bar, He asked for two Mojitos The barman Shook his head, "We're all out of limes!" The old man's eyes Lit up
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Nov 29, 2024
Nov 29, 2024 at 6:19 AM UTC
Once upon a lime
The lime tree Stood on top Of The Hill, The ground around With limes Did it Fill One Decending lime Rolling to the Incline, Got itself Into a Spin Tumbling down With no Jill After Hitting the road side A car did abide,   By changing its Shape to Flat, But! Deep into The tyre grip Went a Pip Spinning around To the engine's Sound, It's DNA Got slightly Altered After coming to a Full stop, The fastidious Chauffeur Noticed, The Wheel didn't Need a Seed, Flicking it over a Wall, Where it landed Upon fertile Land As the seed started to grow It's branches began To twist Ten years went by As quick as a Roll Of you're Eye The land That the tree, Let It's roots spread free Also contained a Shack, And as the morning Broke, The old man Awoke Starting his daily routine, The days Always seemed The same, But He was clever enough to know, There was no-one To Blame But Himself, Life just seemed to Snooker him, Into this Pocket His only venture out, Was the local store, Supplying all that Was Needed But Before setting off, Something was calling to His Attention, The sound of a bird Never Heard Heading down The overgrown Path, The bird suddenly stopped, And While flying off, He saw something, Never seen Before A tree bering limes, From it's Corkscrew branches, But Not any old limes, Their skins Also Had a Twist Picking one up, Marvelling at the shape, He headed off to The store Arriving at the door, Felt like Not Before, This day was like No Other Gathering his supplies, Catching the Shopkeepers eye, "A very good day to you" "I don't mean to sound rude But you're in a good mood" She said, while giving Him a Smile "What would you think If I asked you out For a drink?" "I'd grab Hat and coat, Lock up this old store And we'd be on our way" With his best smile in years He said "Well let's go" Arriving at the bar, He asked for two Mojitos The barman Shook his head, "We're all out of limes!" The old man's eyes Lit up
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Hey baby I put the kids to bed, I got us Beautiful Darkness on 4K! But first We got to finish our sweet potato’s and mojitos Only after I finish picking up your order from Sephora And returning your Jessie Reyes shirt Since it didn’t compliment Your third Fenty bracelet like I thought It would. But All the assorted scrunchies And all these distorted thoughts Match so well. They colorfully hold back The chocolaty and scrumptious fullness our perfect blend depicts. Because there’s no HydroJug Nor may the skies above Contain this milky goodness of a mix. My Peanut Butter Fudge Turning you from a Tinder match Was the ignition to the fire I needed Churning you From Mr. WhatsHisFace Is the only type of disrespect I believe in... Watching you. do that. Was like hanging, His self esteem. Watch me Acquire a chess set Just to hand you ALL the queens. The once and the future king Has nothing on our story.
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
Peanut Butter Shake
Summer fun; blazing sun; Screaming children -- No thanks, *** Closed blinds; high minds; Peace and quiet MY time. Dry heat; mosquitoes; ***** beach and mojitos. I prefer Gin and Tonics, Hello Poetry and tons of chronic. Summer bummin' Fine with me -- Avoid discomfort & be happy!
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
Verano Veritas