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TO STIFFEN THE SPINE  

To stiffen the spine
Give us much wine
And to courage the heart
Do the same.

Don’t to this talk
Thine ears incline
Or weak thou wilt
Grow in time.

This the way
Thy liver to maim
And thy brain
To pickle in brine.


BOTTLE TO THE LIP  

 
My form of daily recreation,
Excludes most forms of libation.
Insuring my brains to stay
At home and not abroad to bray.

Would you a thief allow today,
Entrance through your front door to play?
And then to rob your mind,
Of all that’s decent and that’s right.

Your character, your very self
And then your might?
But with that first little sip,
When we bottle to the lip,

We think it’s only to relax a little,
But it slowly steals away,
The very stuff our life is made of.
Little by little we lose our way.

So subtle the change we think,
No notice of the outcome to be borne.
Ever so slowly down we sink,
Our emotions threadbare, confused and torn.

Why waste we us to the very marrow
Of our bones,
With liquid blinders to mollify
Life’s blended tones?

Has God not made us, each one,
Equal to the task?
Or must we through costly inebriants,
Burden us with leaden mask?





DINNER WINE  

My view, to supper with Wine’s good,
     It always helps digest the meal.
Good company, it’s understood,
     Puts one in a fine mood, it should.
Please make sure that the entrée’s Veal.


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THE PEPPER GRINDER  

Turning the handle,
      Round and round,
Hearing the crushing,
      Of the peppercorn sound.

The handle comes towards me,
      Away then it leaves,
Arm outstretched,
      To the center it cleaves.

Grinding’s its business,
      All shredded to bits,
Shakins on the viands,
      This title, it fits.
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AVOID DEBT  

Time is gold,
So use it well-spent.
Spend only on needs,
Let your wants get-a-went.

When you charge all your wants,
It’s a getting ill-got.
Use cash when you get
Avoid the debtor’s lot.


        

MY WEALTH  

All of my riches I cannot count,
They outnumber the far reaches of my soul.
But my friends the trees bear leaves of gold,
And their beauty is for all to see.

Down to earth my treasures soar,
Pure fire and gold my autumn friends wore.
They warm my heart with celestial love.
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SO CABBIES DRIVE  

To get some gelt and have some fun,
To buy and eat a coffee bun,
Behind the reins from nine to five
In peopled streets beneath the sun.

I wonder why some folks so strive,
And others not to work contrive.
The sun shines bright as all can note,
And work we must, so cabbies drive.

The trick’s to move and not to dote,
Financially to stay afloat.
Save your money and grind away,
And get receipts, count every groat.

Now then, let us go our way,
With thrift driving, to rule the day,
With miles to go and debts to pay,
With miles to go and debts to pay.
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OUR GREATEST STRENGTHS  

This winsome face just standing there,
A flower young and just as fair.
My eyes withdrew, I knew they must,
Her looks were honesty and trust.

And she is young, but I am old,
A match not possible I’m told.
Our eyes did meet, wow, what a treat!
I looked away to be discreet.

I looked again and older felt,
She searched my gaze, my heart did melt.
I quickly looked away again,
I’d better leave, I withdrew then.

I saw woman, I saw the truth,
Our greatest strengths, plus love and youth.
Thinking back on that lovely face,
I marvel at her simple grace.



            ALL POETRY COPYRIGHTED aPRIL 2015.

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