A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .

*shrugs, keeps organizing*

I'm not a fully fledged bartender, just the help while Harry is out and about. Too soon to have a flashy 'tender story, I think, and the others... Too blue. What about you, my faithful patron? Got a story?


*soft smile*

ah, my story... started off bright beautiful blue, grew golds and sunshine, greens and laughter . . . grey took its toll and a false midnight sun bloomed only to wink out in burning clouds of acrid stench in a nuclear winter... then a pale new dawn, a lighter rain, new growth and a rainbow... constellations and a twinned planet, a surprise collision course, a future of many hues, blue and yellow sweet music, sweet waters... it's lookin' good. and that's my story. guess it's a case of 'what doesn't kill us makes us stronger'.
 
*soft smile*

ah, my story... started off bright beautiful blue, grew golds and sunshine, greens and laughter . . . grey took its toll and a false midnight sun bloomed only to wink out in burning clouds of acrid stench in a nuclear winter... then a pale new dawn, a lighter rain, new growth and a rainbow... constellations and a twinned planet, a surprise collision course, a future of many hues, blue and yellow sweet music, sweet waters... it's lookin' good. and that's my story. guess it's a case of 'what doesn't kill us makes us stronger'.

*nods* By enduring, grow strong.

I envy the way your story rolled out. Beautiful, too.
 
*nods* By enduring, grow strong.

I envy the way your story rolled out. Beautiful, too.

love comes quietly

there is no grand parade, no clarion call
for magic happens in quiet quarters
small gestures, in the catching of an eye
back alleyways, the vistas of a sigh
in dusk's cool plums - that backdrop to starlight
and mists across the moon on autumn nights.

laughter, warm and fresh, can swell a heart
enmesh it, happily, and two hands held
in firelight's soft red and embered glow
will hold the memory of that touch although
the snow lays all around, and freezing hail
vies with the bitter wind to no avail.

Time teaches us best listen to the breeze
for truths are small and love comes
quietly.
 
love comes quietly

there is no grand parade, no clarion call
for magic happens in quiet quarters
small gestures, in the catching of an eye
back alleyways, the vistas of a sigh
in dusk's cool plums - that backdrop to starlight
and mists across the moon on autumn nights.

laughter, warm and fresh, can swell a heart
enmesh it, happily, and two hands held
in firelight's soft red and embered glow
will hold the memory of that touch although
the snow lays all around, and freezing hail
vies with the bitter wind to no avail.

Time teaches us best listen to the breeze
for truths are small and love comes
quietly.

...

*sigh* That was beautiful.
 
care for a drink, or isn't it encouraged on duty? :)

Oh, I don't think the boss will mind.

*taps finger on the counter, thinking for a moment, then proceeds to prepare a caipirinha. Slices lemon and then presses it in a wooden cup with a pestle. Pours the juice, sugar and ice cubes into a glass, and completes it with vodka. Sips, passes the cup to butters*

A bit sour, a bit sweet.
 
Oh, I don't think the boss will mind.

*taps finger on the counter, thinking for a moment, then proceeds to prepare a caipirinha. Slices lemon and then presses it in a wooden cup with a pestle. Pours the juice, sugar and ice cubes into a glass, and completes it with vodka. Sips, passes the cup to butters*

A bit sour, a bit sweet.
*tentative sip*

oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i approve :rose:
 
I got the first two sentences, but the last? Plume is pen but the rest?

Lol schoolgirl French ........ the pen of my aunt or my aunt's pen! :)

Please don't put tonic water in any of my drinks, horrid stuff and IMO a sacrilegious thing to do to a good gin
 
The perfect Martini

Lol schoolgirl French ........ the pen of my aunt or my aunt's pen! :)

Please don't put tonic water in any of my drinks, horrid stuff and IMO a sacrilegious thing to do to a good gin

*waves vermouth bottle over glass of gin* took a drink n sure you'll find Beefeaters don't need no stinking wine.
 
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