So here we are,
The sun is burning the stones
Along the river wall. But still
I will walk to the bar in the square.
I will drink « une petite Grim rouge »
The red beer glowing like a ruby
In the gilded glass.
I sit indoors although the terrace
Is shaded and with a slight breeze.
I need the quiet seat to write.
These are days when I sit
and watch life slide past
And drink red beer
and wave hello as friends walk past.
Kim James
6/7/2026
Red cones on the blacktop
August is a burning blanket.
Dusty crows perch on long dead armadillos.
The Chevys' air-con
chokes up a warm blow.
A Navaho in Ohio has phoned.
he needs to talk about his dead wife.
He will have cold beers.
I have my own beers
but go anyway.
The evening is electric and neon,
city roads growl like wounded samurai.
If I were a hermit crab
I would shuck this scorched world off
my sweating back.
All I really want right now
is to sleep naked on a mortuary slab
as cold Atlantic waves
undress my skin and bones.
Not dead – just revived enough
to be a friend of a friend
to the newly departed
and still cooling.
German Beer
Its crafters considered superior
American Beer manufactured by
~ the ‘Department of the Inferior’
Beers
Friends of mine in hard times
Calls me for a snap!
Reminds me of my old buddies
In a crowded cafe on the Alpines
Should be not consumed
I know very well
But my urge to forgets her
Compelles me
Please like and share
Ohgirl
Cigars and beers must be something
They take you to late parties and random kissing
Bad urges in mind must be enticing
They take you to parking lots and secret meeting
Maybe it’s fun to laugh around while you’re wasting
Your life must be too hard and pretty boring
For there is too much drink to chug while ghosting
Are coffee breaks perfect for your stolen musing?
Promises are not supposed to be a temporary fling
They are not supposed to sting and hurt anyone’s feeling
So how excellent is your skill in terms of lying?
Your patterned made stories are null and recurring.
Your vices are comforts for quick shifting
They make you look cool but ill-fitting
For there are more drinks to chug than my sweet nothing
Cigars and beers must be something
when kissing flowers
the bees pollinate with love
receptive nature
Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches:
bouncier basketballs
budget bean burritos
bounteous beefy burgers
beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes
better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers
Today I heard some news,
which made my heart sing blue.
Grandmother’s, most have two,
I did too and then I had you.
You raised me, with wit few among us have,
I swear the things you’ve said still make me laugh.
The sass you had would drive them mad,
your life crossed mine and I am glad.
To sitting on these benches, sipping them slow,
one after the other, together we grow.
I just wish that I could have let you know,
how much you changed my life,
how much you’re owed.
Although you hurt, you did so in silence,
thinking your burden’s too heavy,
as this world was too violent.
We were right there with you to carry,
but your strength still leaves me crying, in awe.
You are a friend forever,
as those like you are timeless and all.
Although you’re gone, you grow with me every day,
the way I talk, the way I joke, all of me you swayed.
We sip these beers, nice and cold,
laughing at the stories you’ve told.
My boyfriend Barney said, "Just two more beers
Then I promise that we'll be out of here."
But when 'Barn' began to weave
And as he started to heave
I reminded him, "You promised, my dear."
They all said when you left
It would take a few years
And some time for me to move on from here
But this guy won’t soon forget
All the good times that we had
Yeah those days of ease and memories I hold dear
Yeah, I tried to figure it out
While lubricating a lot of fear
Yeah, the whiskey kept things inside of me
But the memories clear
In time I began to see
A future where I needed to be
And all it took was some warm tears
And a few cold beers
You know they all were right
I was holding on too tight
I thought I was fearin’ but I was just here-and all-alone
But with help from old man time
And some tequila, cold beer and limes
I took over the talkin’ to do some walkin’
On my own
Yeah, I tried to figure it out
While lubricating a lot of fear
Yeah, the whiskey kept things inside of me
But the memories clear
In time I began to see
A future where I needed to be
And all it took was some warm tears
And a few cold beers
These days I’m doin’ just fine
I still toast you with Tecate and lime
Cause in all these years
With just a few tears
I still hold you dear
And all it took was some warm tears
And a few cold beers
BEERS
One is a lager, one is an ale
One of them darker, one of them pale
One has aroma with plenty of flavor
One you might guzzle, one you just savor
One tastes of oranges or maybe its wheat
One a bit bitter, one kind of sweet
One comes from Europe, one comes from Brit
One from the store, maybe one from a kit
One forms from the bottom, one forms from the tops
One alters the flavor depending on hops
One in a day is ready to pour
One tastes much better in three months or more
Don’t drink from the bottle, use a pint glass
The former’s for bowlers, the latter shows class
Poured down the middle with a white foamy head
Releases aromas so the experts have said
Ales are ancient predating the Sphinx
But lagers today the connoisseur drinks
Barley and water, some hops and some yeast
And you’ve got a drink fit for any old feast
Cheers and Beer for Jan
Anyone knows if Jan drinks beer
Maybe we all should sing her cheer
She is funny and hip
Lets give her a big tip
She is our dazzling queen so dear
Written: 03/05/16
Theresa
CHAMPAGNE CHEERS AND CHEAP BEERS JEERS
Cheers to women who bend over a chair
Jeers to ladies who won’t bare what their bodies ought bear
Hurray for every lady I lay
Hurrah for every bra that falls upon my floor
Praise to women going through a nympho phase
Applause for women who pause to f*ck me
I’m clapping for lovers who don’t have the clap
I’m giving a standing ovation for women who are not experiencing ovulation
I roar for every whore and horny woman
And Lord protect the lord of protection
Because their ain’t no maybes
I don’t need no f*cking babies
© 2012 copy write…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Men measure life by the number of beers
Women measure life by the flow of tears
It is when the dad farts
His wife moans in her heart
Because her own children laugh and cheer
Edward J Ebbs - October 11, 2011
Written for a poem Contest, Limericks Hilarious
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After a few beers.
His words gush out
like water furiously spraying
from a punctured garden hose
on a blistering, hot day.
He just loves to talk.
And his worst fears
immediately vanish
like beer poured into
a swimming pool
beneath a noonday sun.
After a few beers.
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