| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Drink by Isabel Tolling Differences in perspective Simply melt away after a cup or two of brew Different spiritual traditions Blend into one with fun As we dine with barleywine. To raise the cup And to go bottoms up; We’ve got to down one more Until it’s no longer a chore; For resolving this dilemma is rooted In drinking until we are muted. ------------- Beer Is Just Fine by Roy Pett Without any doubt or fear my favourite drink is surely beer, anything from pale, to brown ale in fact any beer that's on sale, never halves, only pints or larger stout, bitter, Smooth or golden lager, wonderful taste of malt and hops produced from ripe natural crops, must be drunk cold never warm drinking good beer will do no harm, beer surely doesn't cause a beer belly drink too much makes you very silly, you can keep your spirits and wine a good pint of beer to me is just fine, beer is drunk north, south, east and west every Country thinks their beers the best. -------------- Fin du Monde: A Beer by Maurice Rigoler My first sip of it, thanks to a friend who presented me with a first bottle, was nothing less than a revelation and put an end to years of dislike for any beer, and I became an instant convert to the brew with the eschatological name (ominous, to say the least). It tasted slightly sweet and reminiscent of some subtle fruit – perhaps pear? – with a titillating sensation. As a convert to Fin du Monde it is the only beer I drink. In fact, it’s what I’m drinking at the moment, savoring its flavor and feeling quite good about myself, (a welcome change, really, from my usual blah self – starring lightheadedly (my third bottle) at a stampede of tiny bubbles scrambling up a glass through an amber atmosphere as I endeavor to put the finishing touches to this poem – not a significant accomplishment, I grant, compared to pyramids. ---------------------- Beer by Jessica Amanda Salmonson If you want things to go really well with Mom, tell her first thing in the morning, "I'm not going to school until you get me a beer." --------------------- Hold My Beer by Tara Brown old my beer, While I start the fire, Don't spill a drop, Or I'll cry, That cold refreshed taste, The bitterness on your tongue, Letting it slide down your pipe whole, Ooooh ya that's the one, Hold my beer, While I find a seat, The beautiful flames, Just missing my feet, The sky so dark, Stars shining bright, Give me my beer back, Before I start to bite -------------------------------- Goddess of Beer by Julia Ward I raise a glass to the goddess of beer. She was always smiling and of good cheer. She always had a glass in her hand, and could hold beer down as much as a man. A pub was her temple in old Maida Vale, and old men would worship as they drank back their ale. They raised their glass to the goddess of cheer who was always smiling and smelling of beer. -------------------- 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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