Best Ale Poems
Often some ale
makes a man male.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
There was an old lag* at my sale,
Who drank all the barrels of ale,
As the beer was sublime,
He confessed to a crime,
And puked on returning to jail.
*A prisoner/a person who has often been in prison
For Skat’s contest
Like a female power
plays a vital role
in many religions
it equates the rain
and the sea or ocean
It governs the moon
and the mysteries
stands for creation
and ruination
it changes everything
Quite a requisite
to invigorate
our body and soul
and the pros and cons
in this element
Is between hydration
and precipitation
that takes the stance on
either crystallization
or permeability
Note: A pentastich poem
that has 5 lines with free form
or blank verse (not available here in
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Date created
April 9, 2016
Contest finalized
April 17, 2016
guzzling gree tea ginger ale
chest hair raindrops swinging jubilantly
watching the beautiful blessing snore softly with a smile
still you sneak into the center of my mind
remembering the bacon flavored breath on the phone receiver
daydreaming about wings and the similac sweat muffing the sound
feeling like i need my butt whipped in every way but every way
beauty has a deeper definition that just the physical visual
guzzling more green tea ginger ale
mid back summer sweat reminding me of the beautiful blessing
freeing myself of current, unethical thoughts as i remember how my very world was just recently rocked
i put the green top back on the green tea ginger ale,
put the bottle back in the fridge,
and return to the side of the beautiful blessing that has introduced me to Many New Directions of Forward Movement
hear...ye hear?...
ye here...
ye sit but...
knot giving...
ye sit...ye wait...shuns...
everyone!...
in the line-up...
outside the door...
has to go...
so please...
take this bucket?...
stan sand
A Horse and ale
The brewery had many horses to carry crates of beer
around to small shops and each horse and its driver was assigned a route
The horse I liked was shiny black it had been used for funerals before
but over the years got a bit broad hipped and stomach heavy.
The horse knew the route and stopped outside the grocer`s and waited while
the driver unloaded crates of beer.
The horse sometimes had an ******** thinking of a favourite mare a bit
strange animals only know one way and askew foreplay
The driver usually had a bottle of beer at each shop and when
the round was done he was in a merry mood and sometimes fell asleep but
the horse knew the way.
After unharnessing the beast, he brushed its coat checked the hooves and
for the horse, the highlight of the day, gave it a big slice of bread.
So long ago there had been a devastating war Jews immigrated to Palestine
and got a piece of land they called Israel, we believed what the papers said
the persecuted people deserved a homeland we did not reflect that it was.
A historic injustice had befallen the Palestine people and echo that will not
stop before the real Semites get their land back
Triple cointreau not a good idea.
I read books before they are thrown on the fire.
Leviathan and Iliad
Good books sometimes seem bad.
This land I inhabit not a place I want to be.
A desperate odyssey set for home.
Vodka and a redbull so disgusting.
Everyone I meet so distrusting.
Idle in a dream I sit.
Disparaged of a life that I skit.
A divine misery I write and live.
And in Inferno I die.
As silently I lie.
Sleep takes me
Sleep takes me.
Sleeping.
Silently.
gleam in ale,
a glass of dark brew happiness
served on a marble bar ;
frothy inebriant,
a tickle to his moustache,
grown over moon's pass
juggled with solar heat
across the heaven's street, blue sky.
gleam in ale,
a froth for drowning
mumbles and grumbles
of life
a glass of dark brew happiness.
If there's not enough ale
all attempts to love fail.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Cakes & Ale
I woke up in a bakery they do start early, the aroma of bread
is wonderful, they were also making cakes, whipping creams.
Napoleon cakes and Danish pastry, black forest gateau and other
pastries I have as a child looking through the windows of a bakery
shops admired. Too much, I walked outside and lit a ***, inhaled
deeply and the tobacco soothed my mind, giving me a feeling of
fullness. It was only then I remembered I have diabetes, a heart
problem and have not smoked for 15 years. Has it been worth it
this forgoing of the good thing in life; I’m not sure, it may extend
my life for a few more years of pain and misery, will I die regretting
the cakes I didn’t eat and the fags I didn’t smoke?
I want my toast and ale
and use the bread that's stale;
for a breakfast so hardy
I'm on time and not tardy,
so feed me and don't look so pale!
Wet
Liquified physical
Risen vaporizing fluid
Tides controlling moon streaming
Agua
2/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
There are some nights
when I am asked,
to bring the ginger ale.
I carry the seemingly
benign beverage from
the cellar without fail.
As I reach the top step,
I can see him
reach below the sink.
20 oz. of Canadian Whiskey
And a shot of the ale
…the recipe for his drink.
He downs these libations,
steadily through the eve.
Slowly things change.
The room gets hotter,
air is stiller, silently I sit.
Staying out of range.
I watch and wait
and say a prayer
to do nothing that incites.
You see I have a reason
to dread the drink
and those lonely
ginger ale nights.
That amber liquid far from insipid
Like molten honey but drawn from a tap,
Bitter or dark, the choices quite stark,
God's malted ale, nature's true sap.
Vikings grew strong, strengthened their bond,
Giving them courage for mayhem galore,
A beer in their hand, they pillaged the land
Never quite feeling tired or sore.
The Celts used for curing, Egyptians for luring
Their gods from the heavens bribed to partake,
The English just drank as their water so stank,
Beer their solution to gulp for life's sake.
Wine lovers admit that their glass needs
be sipped
While describing aromas of berries and earth,
No such constraint, nor need for restraint
For drinkers of ale are freewheeling from birth.
So let raise a jug or a frothy filled mug
While watching a game and eating junk food,
Nothing is wetter, more luscious and better
Than a cold tasty beer when expertly brewed.
Have you ever drank Vulcan ale
You’ll get the runs and turn quite pale
You’ll need a bucket for your stool
And you’ll be screaming like a fool
It’s also known as a white whale