Vesper

So I started a poem yesterday,
By started, 60 verses or so,
And I intended to finish and post here today,
Yet it was a work which was filled with woe,

I can’t tell you just how it made me feel,
When yesterday I was let down,
And I’d really not have it again seem real,
And such emotion, be my surround,

So here I am writing up something new,
Something which can be filled with joy,
And with any luck, it can entertain you,
May this poem be your toy,

I mean, what I intend to write,
Is poems full of heart,
Not of depression or sadness or hopeless or plight,
But expressive good works of art,

The world is too sad to dwell on the bad,
If you ask me, life’s bad enough,
So I’m hoping these poems can keep from sad,
And help make life not quite so rough,

So I have been all around and writing much else,
On other blogs of every kind,
Trying in new ways to express myself,
To find emotion, or clear my mind,

Each time I have tried, I fail just again,
The stars just don’t fall into place,
So this time I thought I would keep things plain,
And not create a new site to show face,

I recalled writing once here, and having some read,
So I thought I would try it once more,
And hopefully followers will some time proceed,
Should reading not be a chore,

So that’s the introduction quite spread out,
As to just why I made return here,
With the footnote that each day, if I am so devout,
I will write of my joy or fear,

I should mention I have tried such things before,
Like the grateful 365,
However past 40, I could do no more,
In the system, I couldn’t survive,
 
Taking a photo just isn’t my thing,
Writing is more my skill,
So I thought writing grateful, I would give a fling,
And see if I sustain the will,

So every day for so long as I can,
I wish to write like this, to you,
And to write down of happiness is here now the plan,
With the hope that my drive remains true,

Naturally however, as I’m sure you know,
Such things will rarely start due to good,
What motivates reflection is more often woe,
Than everything being as it should,

So what has happened, what have I learned,
What will carry me from this day on,
I suppose I am here as things have turned,
I suffer due to doing no wrong,

But I came here to write of the good not the bad,
Yet I currently find myself….
Plagued, wounded, struck down and just sad,
Yet this here is due to one else,

No one has really said much to cause this,
It’s one where the absence does harm,
I long for my lover, I long for her kiss,
I long for her humour and charm,

And I long to still know if she still longs for me,
She tells me she does when we talk,
But talking’s so rare, and she always must leave,
At which I admit, I balk,

I understand that she still has a life,
And I know that she still needs to live,
And I’d really prefer not to put her through strife,
But something has got to give,

Bah, I just need time to think,
And such time, I did just take,
But now all I picture is a drink,
However I feel “awake,”

Three measures of Gordon’s gin,
Before adding one of vodka too,
Put half a measure Kina-Lillet in,
And shake and shake it through,

Pour it finally into the glass,
And add a long thin slice,
Of lemon peel, it’s all class,
And it tastes very nice,

This of course is out of date,
Not the ingredients used today,
Gordon’s gin for one is weaker of late,
So I’d opt for Tanqueray***,

The vodka I’d use, for best taste,
One that won’t become expense,
For that would be an utter waste,
Is Belvedere Intense,

Kina lillet is no longer made,
Tragic, yes I know,
But a sub exists, so joys don’t fade,
With Cocchi Americano,

Honestly, I cannot wait,
To get my hands on this,
This perfect drink that has pulled me of late,
Now it can once more exist,

So this I guess can be the end,
To poem number one,
And my many thanks I would extend,
To readers, anyone,

I didn’t really know where I was going with this,
When I started earlier today,
I was just in a hope that I would find bliss,
And record it in some way,

You see it’s my goal now to write these each day,
Saying something that’s good, nice or grand,
Something that’s cheered my up on that day,
Something that’s helped me to stand,

And now I have found this martini drink,
Named by Bond, to be, The Vesper,
I have achieved my goal I sincerely think,
Now only the drink I’d prefer,

I am no alco I should point out,
It’s just… this drink is my hope,
It’s something I have wanted without any doubt,
So it’s something to help me cope,
 
I’m yet to try one mixed from the above list,
I’ve had others, which were much alright,
However I think the above equals bliss,
And would be the best beverage in sight,

And so now you see it’s a dream for me,
To order and drink once as Bond,
To sit back and sip more than Dry Martini,
Shaken not stirred, of which I’m fond,

But this here is more, it’s invention divine,
By the man who can trump up all else,
And so I dearly wish to make this beverage mine,
And I’ll be the man then myself,

A man who is smart and who knows what he wants,
A man who is clear where he’s going,
Thank you for reading; I’d love a response,
Sincerely yours, from Rohan.




***Tanqueray Ten