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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by Isabel Tolling

Differences in perspective
Simply melt away
after a cup or two of b

Different spiritual traditions
Blend into one with fun
As we dine with b

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.


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.


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