Best Pub Poems

"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by...

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       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town,...

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My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent...

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We planted roses in the spring
when love was floating in the air.
A diamond glittered on your ring
reflected in your hazel eyes
the rainbow hues of paradise.
We...

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You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the...

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It was around mid April
The weather almost fair.
The song of nature calling
Came flowing through the air.

The splendour of the mountains,
Their charm could not resist
And even...

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How I wish I could be free,
To cuddle her with a kiss.
Will you come and dance with me,
Your nearness I sorely miss.

You're so far away...

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My watch is broken, I can not wait for you to get here
The sun is heating,(I cannot believe) today, we're finally meeting.
I'm not quite sure...

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"The Theory of Positivism"



It’s criminal
all theories tie that life 
in neat tight black bows

the presents under 
that tree of life
wide spread 

arms once wide open...

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The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place,
where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face.
Nothing...

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Yesterday I was in a little funk
because I got peed on by a big skunk
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I hope your holiday has been a good one.
Apparently there's been lots of sunshine
and that pool is very big and very blue. 
And you look...

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McGee was sitting by himself
In a quiet corner of the pub
Then softly closed the book he’d been reading
And gave it, a pat and a rub

When...

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Modern Life
We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week
Except Monday mornings and Sunday nights.
What are they on about, at this place that...

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