| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- At The Local Pub Francis Duggan At the local pub on Saturday night Everyone is happy not a care in sight There is laughter and music and dancing and song And those too shy to sing solo join in the sing along On every local troublemaker be it woman or man The local pub manager does have a ban And anyone after a few drinks who is looking for fight Are told for to leave for them an early night On Saturday night at the local pub there is lots of cheer With lots of good drinkers of liquor and beer For a place of fun and laughter that is trouble free On Saturday night the local pub is the place to be For a few hours of laughter, dancing and music and song Where those too shy to sing solo join in the sing along -------------------- Hops, Wonderful Hops by Geoff Kaiser Hops, hops, oh wonderful hops For you, my passion is true. You flavor my beer And at least once a year I grind you up in a brew. Your oils are essential Your qualities diverse. But, drink too much nectar And my stomach might burst. Hops are the gem And the barkeepers friend For keeping me stuck on that stool. Cause if I order a beer And the aroma is clear With no citrus or spice to declare. I’ll throw it right back On the bartender’s lap Then I’ll get myself out of that chair. Cascade! Chinook! Amarillo! These are my favorite cheers. For without these friends I’d rather have the bends. My life would surely be moot Things just wouldn’t compute! Not all might agree But they will after three Of my favorite hop bombs and brews So go get some beer There are some good ones I hear! Just make sure that the hops do come through. ------------------------- Beer of Kalew by Elias Lönnrot Great indeed the reputation Of the ancient beer of Kalew, Said to make the feeble hardy, Famed to dry the tears of women, Famed to cheer the broken-hearted, Make the aged young and supple, Make the timid brave and mighty, Make the brave men ever braver, Fill the heart with joy and gladness, Fill the mind with wisdom-sayings, Fill the tongue with ancient legends, Only makes the fool more foolish." --------------------- Various by Lem E. Ricks 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. ------ There was a young man who loved Schlitz Which he drank in his room at the Ritz With pate (very rich) And olives from which His servants had cut out the pits. -------- There was a young man who loved Pabst He drank it until he collapsed He gave up beer For Lent every year And on Easter morning, relapsed. -------- Roses are red Violets are blue Poems are hard Beer ------------------- Beer Haiku by Jake Metzler Bhrough the long work days My mind is lost, just thinking Of homebrew, waiting. ------------------ Toasts Here’s to a guy who is never blue Here’s to a buddy who is ever true Here’s to a pal, no matter what the load Never declines one for the road. ---- Fill the glass Pour me some Drinking makes happy What sobriety makes glum. -------- Let us have wine and women Mirth and laughter Sermons and soda-water The day after. 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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