| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Song of Ale by John Dryden Just Caesar, whom the world obeyed, Augustus Great, proud Tiberine Could ne’er have drunk, sure ne’er have made Kind Bacchus! such an ardent ale. Tell Princes, Kings; tell France; tell Spain Of Hippocrene Nectarine Empurpled as Augustus’ train. Recalling this alone: All men are free to drown their sorrow – Not Caesar only – and to sell the morrow Cheap. But this once done – How costly seems the morning sun! ------------- A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. ---------------------- Intoxicated under the shadow of flowers by Li Qingzhao Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreay day, In the golden cencer the burning incense is dying away. It is again time for the lovely Double-Nith Festival; The coolness of midnight penetrates my screen of sheer silk and chills my pillow of jade. After drinking ales at twilight under the chrysanthemum hedge, My sleeves are perfumed by the faint fragrance of the plants. Oh, I cannot say it is not enchanting, Only, when the west wind stirs the curtain, I see that I am more graceful than the yellow flowers. -------------------- Beer: a vindication, by Li Bai If heaven loved not the beer, A Beer Star would not be in heaven; If earth loved not the beer, The Beer Spring would not be on the earth. Since heaven and earth love the beer, Need a tippling mortal be ashamed? The transparent beer, I hear, Has the soothing virtue of a sage, While the turgid is rich, they say, As the fertile mind of the wise. Both the sage and the wise were drinkers, Why seek for peers among gods and goblins? Three cups open the grand door to bliss; Take a jugful, the universe is yours. Such is the rapture of the beer, That the sober shall never inherit. ------------------------ In Praise of Ale by Hilaire Belloc To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Ale, true begetter of all arts that be; Ale, privilege of the completely free; Ale the recorder; Ale the sagely strong; Ale, bright avenger of sly-dealing wrong, Awake, Ausonian Muse, and sing the hops sweet song! -------------------------- The Brewmaster by Lincoln Parke The soul of the sun And the heart of the land Are captured and bottled By the brewmaster’s hand. ------------------------- Beer by Francis Saltus Saltus What merry fairy, oh cool, delicious beer, Gave thee the power through centuries to maintain A charm that soothes dull care, and laughs at pain; A power sad hearts to vitalize and cheer? No blasé palate of thy drops can fear; Once quaffed, lips eager, seek thy sweets again, Without thee students sing no loud refrain; Laughter and mirth depart, be thou not near. And when I drink thee to my soul’s delight, A vision of King Gambrinus, fat and gay, Haunts me, and I behold bright tankards shine, And hear him laugh with many a thirsty wight, And merry maiden, drinking night and day, In quaint, old, gabled towns along the Rhine. 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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