| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Alfred Hitch Draughts of heaven, distilled sunlight, Transparent, tonic, dry, Blown down mountain and o’er desert Out of the clear blue sky. Standing in the crystal ether, The desert floor upon, Fill, we drink to Arizona The goblets of the sun. ------------------------ Abraham Cowley Underneath this Myrtle shade. On flowry beds supinely laid, With od’orous Oyls my head o’re-flowing, And around it Roses growing, What should I do but drink away The Heat, and troubles of the Day? -------------------------- Thomas Hood It’s wery well to talk in praise Of Ale And Lager-drinking ways, in proper time and place; Of tasty draughts, so clear and cool, Dipp’d out of transparent pool Reflecting heave’s face. ------------- Eugene Field If our own life is the life of a flower (And that’s what some sages are thinking), We should moisten the bud with a health-giving beer And ‘t will bloom all the sweeter— Yes, life ’s the completer For drinking, and drinking, and drinking. ------------- Allan Novis THREE brightest blessings of this thirsty race, (Whence sprung and when I don’t propose to trace); Pale brandy, potent spirit of the night, Brisk ale welcome when the morn is bright; To make the third, combine the other two, The force of nature can no further go. -------------------- Karrie M. Caudy Two to four players is all you will need Six to ten cups, divide players to a team Triangle formation, one on each side Fill the cups with beer, rules for you to decide Shoot the ping pong ball into opponent's cup If you land one, take a drink, reinsert, hurry up Perhaps the ball lands an empty cup Then pick one of your's and drink it up The first one to eliminate the opponents beer The winner is the first side of cups that clear Think this sounds easy without getting drunk Thats what I thought till I played the kids, I stunk -------------------- 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 |