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
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.

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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 a
Tell Princes, Kings; tell France; tell Spain
Of Hippocrene
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 a
les 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 b
Beer Star would not be in heaven;
If earth loved not the b
The B
eer Spring would not be on the earth.

Since heaven and earth love the b
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 b
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
le, true begetter of all arts that be;
le, privilege of the completely free;

le the recorder; Ale the sagely strong;
le, bright avenger of sly-dealing wrong,
Awake, Ausonian Muse, and sing the h
ops sweet song!

The Brewmaster
by Lincoln Parke

The soul of the sun
And the heart of the land
Are captured and bottled
By the b
rewmaster’s hand.


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.

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