Best Beery Poems

...This garden city
Concrete skyscrapers loom;
Greenery punctuate


Tree-lined avenues
Bourgainvillea clusters;
Traffic jam companions


Waltzing slowly
Overhead bridge;
Ant-people below

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...In Liverpool, England, there is one street containing 
all the Chinese restaurants, side to side, back to back
and stinking drain to sea.
where once a year,  twirling dragons pierce the afternoon ......

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...Morning newsprint
Wet soaking rain;
Bleak news today

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Play school kids
Stare as I pass;
Curious eyes follow

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New age cakery here
Exquisite creations;
Addictive......

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...and I remember the pilled-doctor 
rolling by, rolling by, and the beery
priest, in the sky, in the sky

and the woman in the taxi, oh my,
oh my, and her husband the pugilist,
big guy, big guy
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...Emotions war against sense,
And his mind remains
A pot pourri,
And thoughts in his head
When he lies in his bed
Would make Dorian Gray
Appear pristine.
He wishes to moralize
On a corrupt exam......

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...Fishwives 

In junkets to 
     the golden shore 
Beside the cobalt 
     sea of lore 
Was told of dwellings 
     and rapscallions
Of ramshackled wood 
     and galleons.
Where ancient mar......

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...Very well, my dear, she said through coloured glass,
Through teeth of blood and silver
As the doorway hurtled past;
I then stood on the front step, with the rain beating down,
Until he bared his ......

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...SCORNED    ELEPHANT


Squat and stuck
On the flat wetted
Skid-streaked take-off strip
Snub-nosed Jumbo sprawls about dissipated
Under  the beery stares of uncouth deriding youth.
Swine scorn a pearl,......

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...To the foam of the caps of the beery sea
I lift my lips to re-pleasure me,
And the tide runs on full till the last long wave
And it's "Bottoms up!" to the writing brave!......

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...After one too many beers, in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town in my motorbike, feeling light;

     I zoomed into a dark side street and who or what did I meet
     but potholes,......

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...THE SOLDIER

HE SAT DOWN WITH US
A BEERY GROUP OF YOUNGISH MEN
NOT WANTING TO BE OLD AND REACH THIRTY
WE TALKED OF SEX ESCAPADES AND 
MONEY-MAKING SCHEMES WHICH HAD 
FALLEN DOWN 
AND BOUNCED ......

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...The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch

Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men. 

Only to dance in t......

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...We don’t talk no more
Were not friends
And you don’t want me
Not in this life or the next
Say I’m to butch for you
I don’t see how
When I do all the things you like
You use to call me to your bead
A ......

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...After one too many beers
in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town on my
motorbike, feeling light.


I zoomed into dim sidestreets
and who or what did I meet?
Deep potholes, like d......

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...Mermaid Fascination  

Put a sea-shell to your ear and hear
the storm that blew and the call from
the mermaid you met when wading 
along the shores of Peru. 

The tail thing is a myth because ......

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