| --------------------------------------------- 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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| --------------------------------------------- Brian Lynch There once was a beerfest called TAP, that's starting to get a bad rap. Standing in rain, to show ID is a pain, when you merely want beer, not this crap.. ------------------------ E.L. Beers On the hills of old Otsego, By her brightly gleaming lake, Where the sound of horn and hunter Sylvann 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. -------------------------- Wayne Ferraro II am not scared of goblins or ghouls and things that go bump in the night Werewolves and bats and witches and such do not give me much of a fright ..... But there is this one thing that scares me to death and only this one thing I fear And that's to open my fridge at night and find that I'm all out of beer. ------------- John Still Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. ------------ William Oldys Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I. On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale -------------------- Bill Yeats Beer comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. -------------------- 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 |