| --------------------------------------------- Gwendolyn Rose Ojeda A top ‘o the morning To the Irish mead To the bartender more tips For this pleasant mead was Sweeter than a fair maiden's lips Over to the brisk taste of an amber The refreshment of a smooth pale I was hanging on the edge Waiting for my cask-conditioned ale ------------------------ Brian Hutton Golden, amber, pale or porter, doesn't matter, just bring me a beer clear as the Northern night, fresh as the company I keep. And maybe just one more before I sleep. ------------- Marcus Kevin Fishly There once was a man who did not have a fear when he sat down and drank a six pack of beer his belly did bloat, his weight it did rise but the beer gave the feeling of being so wise The thought of it cooling, so frosted and near in the mug it sits so golden that beer the taste is so good never bitter or queer bringing always a laugh and never a tear Many a time in that room full of cheer a wrong emotion did come from that beer it was never right to hold it so dear replacing importance with just another cold beer ------------ William Butler Yeats A statesman is an easy man, he tells his lies by rote. A journalist invents his lies, and rams them down your throat. So stay at home and drink your beer and let the neighbors vote. ------------------------ Oliver Holmes Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius better discerning. Special thanks all for sending in the poems! Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |
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| --------------------------------------------- Cup of Brew by Arthur K. Brown Differences in perspective Simply melt away after a cup or two of brew Different spiritual traditions Blend into one with fun As we dine with a barleywine Enlightenment and libation Go hand in hand; It’s time to take a serious stand, To raise the cup And to go bottoms up ------------- Ale and Hearty by Francis McClune A patient whose ailment was gout, Was informed that he drank too much stout. The fellow turned pale, As he yelled “I need ale! “Downing beer is what living’s about.” ---------------------- Beer Aplomb by Sean O'Brien Of "tanks" he's the largest and worst Three breweries live by his thirst To drink beer by the tun Is his idea of fun And some day he will certainly burst. --------------------- Beer for Breakfast Albert Perkins O Heavy Wet! thine excellence I sing, O Heavy Wet! Nectar of man, who, having beer, Need envy not Olympian cheer – On thee my soul is set! The fittest drink I stout maintain, For coppers cool or hot, Is porter – by the Thames’s side From Barclay’s vasty vats supplied, Pull’d from a pewter pot! ---------------------- Hops by Boris Pasternak Beneath the willow wound round with ivy we take cover from the worst of the storm, with a greatcoat round our shoulders and my hands around your waist. I've got it wrong. That isn't ivy entwined in the bushes round the wood, but hops. You intoxicate me! Let's spread the greatcoat on the ground. ------------------------ The Wind That Shakes The Barley Katharine Tynan There's music in my heart all day, I hear it late and early, It comes from fields are far away, The wind that shakes the barley. Above the uplands drenched with dew The sky hangs soft and pearly, An emerald world is listening to The wind that shakes the barley. Above the bluest mountain crest The lark is singing rarely, It rocks the singer into rest, The wind that shakes the barley. Oh, still through summers and through springs It calls me late and early. Come home, come home, come home, it sings, The wind that shakes the barley. -------------------------- Honkiest Tonkiest Beer Joint by Dale Watson It's been here for near on thirty years Wish I had a dime for every time somebody cried a tear in their beer And a penny for every smile and Ginny gave out At the honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town 45's are on the jukebox, some old some new They say "Hello there, pull up a chair, what can I get for you?" Well that's just small talk to help you feel at home when you come 'round The honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town If you're out on that side of town You wanna shoot some pool or just shoot a cool one down Rose's pickled eggs and sausage are by the pound At the honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town Special thanks all for sending in the poems! (BeerNexus does NOT validate authorship of submitted material) Be a Beer Muse. Send your poems/stories to webmaster@beernexus.com |
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