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To Drink

To Drink or Not To Drink (x2)

To Drink or Not To Drink (x2)

I have met some who said
drinks don’t agree with them
and
I can’t help but to wonder if
they just weren’t asking the right
question.

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I have met some who said
drinks don’t agree with them
and
I can’t help but to wonder if
they were speaking the right
language.

 

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hope you made it to the end of your work week alright and that the time off has you feeling fine. This is just a little diddy of an idea that I think sounds alright enough to stand on its own. Then, of course, I thought of a secondary ending and I ended up liking both of them so much, I though I’d post them. Hope you enjoyed it and be sure to let me know which one you favored the most.

 

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long your drinks are cold.

 

You Are What You Write

You Are What You Write

You Are What You Write

I don’t want to be
ironic
impractical
unrealistic
romantic

I just want to write, me,
an addict who thinks that
life’s a bit more trashy
than it is tragic and
who just wants to find a
way to laugh instead of cry
and turn screams into
sighs huffed over cups
half full, empty, or
filled up with whatever I
damn well please

So, I won’t write about roses
romantic flings, or convoluted
notions for which you have to dig

I’ll be
blunt
real
hungover
unhinged

 

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Half way through the work week, folks. Hope you’re hanging in there. Wanted to throw up a nice little poem today after I did some writing over the weekend, and some research on popular poetry and topics. I penned some more conservative works and did some more perfect metered rhymes and, you know what? I didn’t like them. Why? Because that’s not how I am nor is it how I like to write. So, on that thought, I did this one instead and I’m rather fond of this guy. He’s real, kind of funny looking, a little sour, but he’s one hell of a fun guy. And that’s kind of how I realize I like my poems so, hopefully, you’ll enjoy them, too.

 

Here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you have something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Rally the Brethren of the Bloggers

statue of man on horse leading charge

Rally the Brethren of the Bloggers

If pens are
mightier than swords
well, we’ve got keys that
clack louder than any
army can scream and with
our shared words we’ll wash
this world clean from screen
to shining
screen.

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It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s Friday, folks! Welcome to the end of the week and I hope you’ve made it unscathed or at least in need of only some slight repair. Was thinking of you today last night when I typed this little diddy down. Thought of all the words and the comments shared between people like me and you and, well, it’s damn impressive what we can do when we put our mutual minds together, isn’t it?

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold and that Monday, when it rears its ugly head, finds you roaring and ready to go. Have a drink on me, folks, and have a good weekend.

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