Image from pinterest.com
(Originally posted February 2014)
a cordial is a fine neat drink
it sweetens thoughts that I would think
pure essence of distiller’s art
alas I’m told it strains the heart
but moderation should protect
me from an adverse health effect
so I’ll just sip a smallish cup
and see what verse I might dream up
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Copywriting, Editing, Publishing & Content Development Services * PHONE / TEXT (236) 881-3185
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
VICEDOMINI OF THE WUP New Name, New Location! Welcome to our poetry corner, The Poets’ Corner NEW SITE! The name has been changed to (our) because it belongs to all of us who post! Sincerely hope you find the change easy and exciting to be here! Please feel free to post and comment your thoughts so we all can enjoy!
Poetry Blog © Copyright 2010 - 2021, Katerina Michouli. All rights reserved.
I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
I’m with you there my friend. I like to take a nip of the Laphroiag from time to time myself. It’s the bacon sandwiches I have to lay off. 😉
LikeLike
bacon sandwiches – I’ll be thinking about that for weeks
LikeLike
🙂
LikeLike
Cent’anni! Salut! —Chagall
LikeLike
grazie
LikeLike
Nothing quite like ‘a Knock of the Knob’ to get the words flowing . . .
LikeLike
ha ha – love that phrase
LikeLike
Certainly inspirational spirit. once a favorite of mine.
LikeLike
thanks kindly, steve
LikeLike
don’t tempt me with your delightful rhymes! i miss how drinks affect my verse…
LikeLike
oh my – no no no my dear shrinks – I write from my sober head – may have one drink a month – how it affects life is more important than how it affects verse
LikeLike
You are right, as ever. I crave it, is all…
LikeLike
Talisker was my favourite yet it hardly matters – so long as said distiller is an artist. Well captured moment – liked it.
LikeLike
cheers
LikeLike
Yes, go for it–and have one for me, will you!
LikeLike
cheers
LikeLike
I miss the drinks– all of them– but not the alcoholic haze and passing out and, how could one leave out, the hangovers. Inspiration has to come cold turkey these days so have a drink on me, dear Paul!
LikeLike
oh dear – I toast you with my coffee
LikeLike
Amaretto DiSaronno My favorite nip. Sambuca second. You are right, a nip won’t hurt. (curse the evil effects of vice)
LikeLike
your comment is much appreciated
LikeLike
Hahha, I love it
LikeLike
thank you kindly
LikeLike
nope, doesn’t strain it, warms it!!! love me some Disaronno!! 🙂
LikeLike
good stuff
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
LikeLike
Loving it! Well, I love poetry about drinks or drinking in general of course, but still great job!
In order of this day of poetry we dug up a poem from 19th century Bulgarian revolutionair Hristo Botev called “In the Tavern”. I bet you’ll like it!
Cheers,
Micky
http://lordsofthedrinks.com/2014/10/02/poetry-in-the-tavern-by-hristo-botev/
LikeLike
thoroughly enjoyed it – thanks very much
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on muddled musings of a mangled mind.
LikeLike
time to start inventory on the liquor cabinet as the winter season approaches. i use this on occasion, but need to pick up some Cointreau for coffee and bourbon based cocktails.
LikeLike
Cointreau and Amaretto certainly do oranges and almonds proud
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am not a drinker but this is so inviting!
LikeLike
as I told ponder, perhaps cookies with almond extract?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hahahahaha! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Icedmocha34 and commented:
When my uncle Pete died and we went his funeral, we stayed in his bedroom at the house. On the nightstand, he had an empty bottle of Disaronno. An Italian guy thing…?
LikeLike
A fine poem and well written! The tongue of my muse is often loosened as well by a “nip” as you call it (though I prefer the term “wee knock”).
I often sit alone on my dock at night savoring a top shelf rum neat. The upside is that even if the tongue of the muse is not loosened, you still feel pretty good afterwards, right? 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
well said
LikeLike
Charming. Lovely possibility for your muse.
LikeLiked by 1 person
every little bit helps
LikeLike
Hi Paul. A tonic to be sure! Thank you for liking my poem “Greys!” Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
appreciated, as always
LikeLike