Still poems
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Still poems
OK I didn't write this. A piece of software did. But I thought it was fun and wanted to share. Perhaps there are some real poets out there who can do this better?
If I had a still, with copper coils so bright
I'd set it up, in the still of the night
With fire and water, and grains so fine
I'd make something special, a drink divine
With each drop that falls, from the still's small spout
I'd catch it, and taste it, without a doubt
The flavors so rich, and the aroma so sweet
I'd savor each sip, with my heart's own beat
I'd mix and blend, with care and with skill
Creating a spirit, with a magic that's real
From grain to glass, I'd pour out my soul
Creating a drink, that would make me whole
And as the years went by, I'd perfect my craft
Making a spirit, that others would ask
For a taste of my creation, so smooth and so pure
A drink that would linger, and always endure
For if I had a still, I'd make it my art
Creating a drink, that would fill up the heart
With each sip, a memory would unfold
A story of passion, and a spirit so bold
So if you ever find yourself, in the still of the night
Come and taste my creation, with all of your might
For in each drop, you'll taste my soul
A spirit that's timeless, and will always make you whole.
cheers
mpf
If I had a still, with copper coils so bright
I'd set it up, in the still of the night
With fire and water, and grains so fine
I'd make something special, a drink divine
With each drop that falls, from the still's small spout
I'd catch it, and taste it, without a doubt
The flavors so rich, and the aroma so sweet
I'd savor each sip, with my heart's own beat
I'd mix and blend, with care and with skill
Creating a spirit, with a magic that's real
From grain to glass, I'd pour out my soul
Creating a drink, that would make me whole
And as the years went by, I'd perfect my craft
Making a spirit, that others would ask
For a taste of my creation, so smooth and so pure
A drink that would linger, and always endure
For if I had a still, I'd make it my art
Creating a drink, that would fill up the heart
With each sip, a memory would unfold
A story of passion, and a spirit so bold
So if you ever find yourself, in the still of the night
Come and taste my creation, with all of your might
For in each drop, you'll taste my soul
A spirit that's timeless, and will always make you whole.
cheers
mpf
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Re: Still poems
A friend of mine was f'ing around recently and asked it about torque specs on a make/model/year of truck and it came back with EVERYTHING.
He was impressed, as it would've taken much longer to search individually.
He was impressed, as it would've taken much longer to search individually.
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Re: Still poems
Yeah it is pretty good as far as it goes. I have access to a few of these to play with. Some I can't talk about cause ... work. Still they are a lot of fun and can be useful at times.
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Re: Still poems
I'm still on the fence about signing up. Skynet and all.
I've also been tripping on Sophy(Sony+Polyphony Digital AI) recently.
Edit: Yeah, I like racing simulators, nobody's perfect. I'm not gonna beat myself up about it though. It's the only place on these islands I can go 100+ and not get handcuffed.
I've also been tripping on Sophy(Sony+Polyphony Digital AI) recently.
Edit: Yeah, I like racing simulators, nobody's perfect. I'm not gonna beat myself up about it though. It's the only place on these islands I can go 100+ and not get handcuffed.
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Re: Still poems
What a fun little poem! I've never considered writing a distilling poem but I did write a limerick once...
What I need to do's
Is make some booze
In my little pot and
Thumper
When its aged just right
Gonna hit on my wife
And take her upstairs and
Drink it with her.
What I need to do's
Is make some booze
In my little pot and
Thumper
When its aged just right
Gonna hit on my wife
And take her upstairs and
Drink it with her.
“Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite, and furthermore, always carry a small snake.”
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Re: Still poems
I really like the idea for the thread. Not sure if this complies, but here:
"I do love my booze, but even beyond the literal satisfaction of imbibing spirits, distillation offers a wonderful metaphor. You take a thing that you really really like, put it into an apparatus, subject it to fire, force its volatility, and are rewarded with a high concentration of the thing you liked about the thing you like. In other words, you make the thing you like more like the thing you liked about that thing. Get it? No? Ok, I’ll try again, but first let’s drink to our health…
Ah, that’s better."
"I do love my booze, but even beyond the literal satisfaction of imbibing spirits, distillation offers a wonderful metaphor. You take a thing that you really really like, put it into an apparatus, subject it to fire, force its volatility, and are rewarded with a high concentration of the thing you liked about the thing you like. In other words, you make the thing you like more like the thing you liked about that thing. Get it? No? Ok, I’ll try again, but first let’s drink to our health…
Ah, that’s better."
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Re: Still poems
So cool
thanks for engaging. We may be on a roll 
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Re: Still poems
Dang and curses!
My first ever Haiku, and its all because of you mpf
I do love my still
But when I wake in the morning
I regret the night before
My first ever Haiku, and its all because of you mpf
I do love my still
But when I wake in the morning
I regret the night before
Taking a break while I get a new still completed....
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Re: Still poems
Very good
very good indeed

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CoogeeBoy - hmmm that name rings a Coogee bell https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coogee,_New_South_Wales
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Re: Still poems
Hmm let me think... Haiku hat on
Beneath the moon's gentle glow,
Whispers secrets old.
or perhaps
Mystical spirits arise,
Sipping sweetened nectar
Beneath the moon's gentle glow,
Whispers secrets old.
or perhaps
Mystical spirits arise,
Sipping sweetened nectar
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Re: Still poems
Thank you thank you and i do like yours but I made an error.
I used words not syllables so here we go, take 2
I do love my still
But when I wake in morning
Night before regrets
I used words not syllables so here we go, take 2
I do love my still
But when I wake in morning
Night before regrets
Taking a break while I get a new still completed....
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Re: Still poems
And yes, that is our comfortable little suburb, it has changed a lot in the last 10 years and even more so in the last 20.
Taking a break while I get a new still completed....
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Re: Still poems
Nice that's better than mine. I need time... like an old whiskey :
to do better. You may have to wait folks!
Wrt to suburbs - Indeed! Oatley has also changed significantly in the last 30+ years. Damn I'm getting old!!
Wrt to suburbs - Indeed! Oatley has also changed significantly in the last 30+ years. Damn I'm getting old!!
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Re: Still poems
There once was an eight gallon pot
Not big, but it's all that I got.
I apply energy
and it's magic to see
broken streams and the jars that I caught.
Not big, but it's all that I got.
I apply energy
and it's magic to see
broken streams and the jars that I caught.
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Re: Still poems
Excellent! We need another verse folks! Surely someone can follow on? Something to do with the jars me thinks 

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There used to be a little jar
that hid away from near and far
he had a great lid
called him 1 liter sid
and found in the boot of many a car!
(replace boot with "trunk" for the yanks!
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that hid away from near and far
he had a great lid
called him 1 liter sid
and found in the boot of many a car!
(replace boot with "trunk" for the yanks!

My fekking eyes are bleeding! Installed BS Filters - better! :D
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Life has gotten interesting!
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Re: Still poems
I once had trash can of corn slop
With which I filled my boiler to up top
I fired my still
Cut with patience and skill
I now have Hillbilly Pop
With which I filled my boiler to up top
I fired my still
Cut with patience and skill
I now have Hillbilly Pop
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Re: Still poems
Twisted Brick wrote: ↑Mon Mar 06, 2023 10:43 pm What a fun little poem! I've never considered writing a distilling poem but I did write a limerick once...
What I need to do's
Is make some booze
In my little pot and
Thumper
When its aged just right
Gonna hit on my wife
And take her upstairs and
Drink it with her.



Nice one TB.
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Re: Still poems
I thought this rather silly, then I had a tipple. I drank it all. Now I will run again.
My first flute
My press
My twins
My controller
My wife tells me I fell from heaven covered in white. Why did they let me fall?
My press
My twins
My controller
My wife tells me I fell from heaven covered in white. Why did they let me fall?
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Hehe! Thank you... thank you verra much!

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Re: Still poems
“If freedom an whisky gang thegither”: Robert Burns
i.
When we sit wined and finely dined,
Dressed up in oor best, braw and fancy,
Oh, it’s a far cry tonight, in this company bright,
From the rude and hoorin howff o Poosie Nancy.
Friends, we hae a history:
Rough stuff. ‘Rascally Kilbagie’
Mair fiery by faur than ‘lost Ferintosh’ and fit,
fit for but ‘the most rascally part’,
fit for but the bard’s Jolly Beggars,
fit only for ‘rectifying’ into Hollands gin
— in the back lanes of London,
Mother’s Ruin.
Sing, drunk for a penny,
Blin fou for tuppence, quaff
An ye shall hae straw for free
When you maun sleep it aff.
ii.
Two hundred and fifty years…
How many thousand bottlings
to the honeyed finish,
aromas of lavender, sherry-cask or gorse;
essences and esters of salt, pine, nutmeg, smoke;
tinctures of topaz, amber, mahogany,
palest straw, purest gold, liquid?
Liquors, elixirs, infused with — is that a
hint of anise, even liquorice?
Toddies tea-coloured, smooth and soothing —
can you taste tobacco, heather-nectar, rain or moorland,
smell the sea?
How many thousand bottlings, angels’ shares,
new market leaders in the field,
till today’s best blends and the triple-distilled?
iii.
Ask MacDiarmid, ask Ettrick Hogg —
Wha took his whisky ‘by the joug’ —
Ask Rab himsel, an he will tell you whether —
— Language made essence, thought distilled —
Inspiration’s whit a dram might yield
If poetry an whisky gang thegither?
Consider. Answer. Aye, right well thegither.
Though – taken by the jug-fu – either yin’s reduced to blether.
iv.
And friendship an whisky surely gang thegither?
It’s the aqua vitae we imbibe wi yin another.
A hip-flask in the cauld, uncorked, a shared swig,
A deal sealed wi a word and a dram,
Och, see us a splash of water from thon china jug,
Gie us drappie in my coffee mug,
There’s aye a drouth for true companionship, until at last
The luggit cup o the quaich is passed.
Sweetness sipped from a chinked glass, cheers!
Savour friendship.
Its flavour will mature for years.
v.
And – if freedom an whisky gang thegither –
How do you like your freedom? Swallowed neat?
Distillations of history, language, weather
In an usqueba o barley, burn water, peat.
i.
When we sit wined and finely dined,
Dressed up in oor best, braw and fancy,
Oh, it’s a far cry tonight, in this company bright,
From the rude and hoorin howff o Poosie Nancy.
Friends, we hae a history:
Rough stuff. ‘Rascally Kilbagie’
Mair fiery by faur than ‘lost Ferintosh’ and fit,
fit for but ‘the most rascally part’,
fit for but the bard’s Jolly Beggars,
fit only for ‘rectifying’ into Hollands gin
— in the back lanes of London,
Mother’s Ruin.
Sing, drunk for a penny,
Blin fou for tuppence, quaff
An ye shall hae straw for free
When you maun sleep it aff.
ii.
Two hundred and fifty years…
How many thousand bottlings
to the honeyed finish,
aromas of lavender, sherry-cask or gorse;
essences and esters of salt, pine, nutmeg, smoke;
tinctures of topaz, amber, mahogany,
palest straw, purest gold, liquid?
Liquors, elixirs, infused with — is that a
hint of anise, even liquorice?
Toddies tea-coloured, smooth and soothing —
can you taste tobacco, heather-nectar, rain or moorland,
smell the sea?
How many thousand bottlings, angels’ shares,
new market leaders in the field,
till today’s best blends and the triple-distilled?
iii.
Ask MacDiarmid, ask Ettrick Hogg —
Wha took his whisky ‘by the joug’ —
Ask Rab himsel, an he will tell you whether —
— Language made essence, thought distilled —
Inspiration’s whit a dram might yield
If poetry an whisky gang thegither?
Consider. Answer. Aye, right well thegither.
Though – taken by the jug-fu – either yin’s reduced to blether.
iv.
And friendship an whisky surely gang thegither?
It’s the aqua vitae we imbibe wi yin another.
A hip-flask in the cauld, uncorked, a shared swig,
A deal sealed wi a word and a dram,
Och, see us a splash of water from thon china jug,
Gie us drappie in my coffee mug,
There’s aye a drouth for true companionship, until at last
The luggit cup o the quaich is passed.
Sweetness sipped from a chinked glass, cheers!
Savour friendship.
Its flavour will mature for years.
v.
And – if freedom an whisky gang thegither –
How do you like your freedom? Swallowed neat?
Distillations of history, language, weather
In an usqueba o barley, burn water, peat.
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― Charles Ives
― Charles Ives
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Re: Still poems
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky I cry;
If I don't get rye whisky,
I surely will die.
From my childhood, author unk.
Rye whisky I cry;
If I don't get rye whisky,
I surely will die.
From my childhood, author unk.
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Re: Still poems
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me
than a frontal lobotomy
(Spike Milligan I think)
than a frontal lobotomy
(Spike Milligan I think)
Taking a break while I get a new still completed....
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Re: Still poems
A hundred bottles of rum on the wall
one hundred bottles of rum
take one down, dilute taste and smell
Damn, tails started early.
one hundred bottles of rum
take one down, dilute taste and smell
Damn, tails started early.
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Re: Still poems
I remember that from Dr. Demento album. The Existential Blues, if I remember correctly.
Learn from the past, live in the present, change the future.
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Re: Still poems
From https://quoteinvestigator.com/2022/12/2 ... tle/?amp=1
And the male, confronted with this creature from day to day, may be driven to reflect upon three alternatives:
“A bottle in front of me,
a frontal lobotomy,
or the front off the bottom of me!”
There is a fourth alternative: Grow up!
And the male, confronted with this creature from day to day, may be driven to reflect upon three alternatives:
“A bottle in front of me,
a frontal lobotomy,
or the front off the bottom of me!”
There is a fourth alternative: Grow up!
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Wrt rye whiskey https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/7657867/Te ... ye+Whiskey
I found
“Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone”
I found
“Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone”