Best Tavern Poems

Henrietta
That's my father there
why pour him more liquor?...

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lover a tavern
                                        wine of delight...

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The British were coming. 
As dawn's cold fingers 
clawed the eastern sky, 
men scurried to their stations, 
all too aware of the rhythmic crump 
of that ugly distant drumming. 

The Threat was inching closer, 
a scarlet thing with many spikes 
shimmering in the first sun....

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enormous tavern
goddess

eating me 
like pan

drooling sweat and honey...

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Welcome to the Tavern off Love
the old and wise and the young and foolish we charge a dollar
for lovers and poets the wine is free...

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Crushed peanut shells are
scattered all over the floor

Beer bottles smashed
while blood drips from the roof

A body hangs from the rafters 
while loyal patrons play
a vodka filled game of Russian roulette

Piss stains plastered all over the bathroom floor
cockroach's and rats run rampant  
all while raging...

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I can see a 
pale green 
farmhouse 
against the 
nearly neon 
vegetation 
of the cornfields. 
Soybean sprouts 
are shooting 
up here and 
there. 
  
In this place, 
there is no 
existentialism 
or angst 
questing 
against our 
sanity. 
  
There is no 
god or...

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The warm, dark wood of high-backed stalls 
     enclosed us like a womb, 
and, nose to nose, we talked with eyes, 
     oblivious of the room. 

You shone with special radiance 
     that...

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Grouping here to plan retreat, 
the redcoat officers smelled defeat: 
the boards complained beneath their feet, 
on entering Wright's Tavern. 

They game was up. They understood. 
All that remained was noise and blood, 
and limping back as best they could, 
the fifteen miles to Boston....

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I fell in love...
With the bar man, down at the tavern
It was quite an affair.
Until he fell in love...
With the barmaid, down at the tavern
When I wasn't there.
Then she fell in love...
With a back road girl, down at the tavern
Where she used to sing.
Yeah she...

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In the deep of the sleep i was taken to the writers tavern
a place warm and cozy where they took beer in metallic mugs
a place where a mortal who has shared a story never before
heard or seen in mortal eyes is honored.. i took my...

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Well good evening and welcome...
to the BLUE MOON TAVERN
what in the world are you doing
out on this dreadful stormy night
here sit by the fire while I bring
you somethin’ strong to drink...
I usually don't take in strangers
but I have a room upstairs if you'd
like to stay...

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HALLOWEEN TAVERN

a dark spooky night ~
where did all the pumpkins go?
jack-o-lanterns lit.

10/1/2017
Questionku...

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The aroma of battle between cheese and charcuterie is in the air,
As the red wine flows and cider that tastes like a pear.

Rack after rack full of bottles to sip,
I race between each place and leave a tip.

Taverns and Shacks.
Places to sit, sip and relax.

I...

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In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other accompaniment, just Beth and a piano. It was like this...

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