| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Alin Mercante "Here’s to lying, cheating, stealing, and drinking… If you’re going to lie, lie for a friend. If you’re going to cheat, cheat death. If you’re going to steal, steal a heart. If you’re going to drink beer, drink with me." ------------------------ Ethel Lynn Beers ON the hills of old Otsego, By her brightly gleaming lake, Where the sound of horn and hunter Sylvan echoes love to wake, Where the wreaths of twining verdure Clamber to the saplings’ tops, I sat beside sweet Minnie Wilder In the great field picking hops. -------------------------- William Aytoun Ah, liberty! how like thou art To this large bottle lying here, Which yesterday from foreign mart, Came filled with potent English beer! A touch of steel — a hand — a gush — A pop that sounded far and near — A wild emotion – liquid rush — And I had drunk that English beer! ------------- Michael Middleton Hops, hops, oh wonderful hops For you, our passion is true. You flavor our beer And at least once a year We grind you up in a brew. Your oils are essential Your qualities diverse. But, drink too much nectar And our stomach might burst. ------------- William Oldys Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I. On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale -------------------- Thom Katz Beer beer beer beer beer // Beer beer beer beer beer beer beer // Beer beer beer beer beer -------------------- Clay Collins The noble man must always think Of all the tasty beer he’ll drink With every sip, a new friendship Is forged in sudsy ink -------------------- 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 |