Brew Poems

I'm Hungry

“Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.”
? William Shakespeare  Macbeth  The Witches brew


I’m hungry, sounds good to me~ I sure hope

That Morning Brew

That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter
It's starts the day right, it's a sadness defeater

We wake up all groggy and stumble over things
Into walls and doorways, to a table we cling

Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece
Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease

While cooking up bacon and eggs and

Tea Time

It's almost half past three
time to cosy up for tea
kettle's on the boil to brew
tea for two me and you
with egg and cress or
cucumber sandwiches
with nary a single crust
(they were all donated
to the National Trust)
it's after forty to four
shall I be Mother and pour
I know you know Pekoe
the table's set quite daintily
two for tea you

Porchside Brew

Peaceful as green field
While sipping cup of coffee
Here at my porch view

Much Ado, a Nihil Brew

In the war of words, tongues wag,
Wit and jest, lies and insults, haggle for traction,
joining the ragtag rabble of riffraff chaff
blowing in the wind, littering the ground with trash.
Rumors spun, deceptions woven into a shroud of deceit.
There's so much ado, no adieu, nor regret
in the cauldron of a nihil brew
boiled to an amorphous spew
bubbling chaotic

Halloween Brew

 She said some words and blackbirds cawed
 As she stirred her cauldron to a goblin's applaud
 Her nose was crooked, her skin was green
 As her cackles echoed on Halloween

 The Halloween night was filled with gloom
 As she patrolled the skies on her trusty  broom
 She was looking for stragglers, those who

It made me twitch

I didn't drink the brew
because it made me twitch,
and break out in hives,
every where I itched.
She cackled real loud, a
high shrilling pitch,
and hit the broom stick
with a switch, and flew
away in the sky with out a glitch.
Must still be the season of the witch.

Biology Brew

                      Humans are cloning people condoning
                       Ethics are droning loud microphoning 

bad brew

hear friend this tale of woe

over brewing made it so

bitter steeped each sip

teatimed sinking ship

taste profile very low.

home brew

in hills where buffaloes roam

i brew coffee with much foam

excess grounds water cold

bitter stale tastes too bold

grateful when the wife gets home.

Strange Brew

your new beau is a strange brew

grandma says pushing back and forth
in the rickety rocker on her front porch 
at the house that was old before she was born

and the familiar black cat sitting in a spot of sun,
meows loudly in agreement

Witches Stirring the Soup's Brew

Three busy witches stood stirring a stew
Cauldron filled with freaky things for a brew
Each Halloween they made
soup in their escapade
Adding ingredients to a brown roux

Jan, of course, as she always wants to do
added a bouquet garni of fresh poo
She said, "It's for flavour!
A taste that I favour."
There's no tellin' where she got it? No clue

Tania,

A Halloween Brew

Dare not venture outdoors on Halloween 
There's witches out there who are truly mean
They tempt one with brew
That looks just like stew
But is made from reptile liver and spleen.

There lies the remains of the veggie who
Had nerve to savour from the witches brew
A minute on lips
And away he slipped
To his throne on high, a porcelain

Hidden Brew of Honesty

Written: September 24, 2023
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In a world so frigid, where trust is truant
A tale of verity and tea is confluent
As the winds of autumn dance unaware,
A poet's pen weaves words with care.

Sipping the brew in the essence of truth,
Unaware of the winds, I decry my youth.
The aroma of tea brims the midnight air,
As I pour my

She Did It Again

It was dead on arrival,
no chance of survival,
the tiny brown mouse.
She did it again,
my cat gifting friend,
at least it's not loose in the house..
Be it mouse or shrew,
would make a potent rodent stew, but
not so appealing to me.
Stir it until  blue,
and put it in a witches brew
but I won't want that recipe.

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