Long Tankard Poems
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Oh great Tavern!
Beautiful and wondrous inn
What countless prizes
Lie in wait inside!
Your vault keeps from us
Our treasured Mead, Wine, and Beer!
Oh great Mead!
Pour from the keg
Fill up your tankard
Drink to the Coin brothers!
Toast to your Paymaster
Salute your paying prince!
Oh great Wine!
Delicate to the sip
That is, to the gentile
For us Landsknecht!
Red wine is the blood
And the taste is our communion!
Oh great Beer!
How we hear your cry
Begging to be quaffed
You give us such a fright!
Way into the night
Slipping and falling!
Oh great Coin!
Our most beloved
What we’d kill for
All hail the Paymaster!
For his contracts bring
Our treasured Mead, Wine, and Beer!
"Drunk as a skunk"
Flimsy after whimsy
Flunk and debunk
Or mastered getting "plastered"
"Tipsy as a gypsy"
Sunk like a monk
Miss nights out "on the p*ss"
We shan't blush...can't hush
Us as we gush about the rush
Bliss to kiss the alcoHOLE abyss
Have a crush on the plush
Flush flights of a proper "lush"
Grinned while you sinned
Smile..getting in a right mess
Room spinned ... plans binned
Betting the style's "blotto" lotto
Pinned motto bless the "legless"
Jolly golly gosh "sloshed"
What beats "3 sheets to the wind"
Need a slash..have to crash
After being out on the lash
"Smashed"..bish bash boshed
'Off your trolley" wally or dolly
Bedazzled frazzle on the razzle
Laughter after a dafter shindig swig
On the "sozzle"..off his head ..off to bed
Reason for that big red schnozzle
Let's be frank those who get "tanked"
Get thanked...no..blanked & spanked
Don't deride those who decide
To get plied with or "pie eyed" with pride
Have a tiff with those who chose skew whiff
No need upsetting or fretting
Over a drunkard with a tankard
Rum dumb herbert on the sherbert
Woozy boozy floozy doozy
Getting whistle whetting "wanker*d"
Abuser..winner or loser
The boon of the last saloon
All soon forgetting having hankered
For.. then regretting that final boozer
"Wasted"...sauce basted I stammered
Could've plucked for being "f**cked"
Decoded it besetting with maybe "loaded"
Why's he passed on the class "rat-arsed"
Not fussed..nonplussed he cussed
Sussed just with mates getting 'hammered"
So don’t muzzle the "guzzler"
Cripple the ripple of the "tippler"
Can’t match "down the hatch"
Or sip & sup..because "bottom’s up"
No frowning cake-hole sold on downing
Beer.. .neck oil by heck will spoil our laughing gear
Crowning the glory or gory story
Comedy gold told of being "arsehol*d"
Ickle fickle wee "pickled" trickle tickle
Temptation of a nifty sneaky shifty
Iffy & squiffy in a jiffy veneration
Don't be piddly about diddly while tiddly
They might from afar mutter
Wot a nutter...one too many jars
One too many bars ..not caring...I would utter
Have a flutter...I’m lying in the gutter
Rego & I flying while staring at the stars
My plan has gone… pear is not a bad shape!
Pear is a charm to in-your-face industrial
Archipearcture – take Anglia Pear! Pearhaps,
With each drip that resides
On a crackled depearction of our pipped-out minds,
Pearter will pearlish a pearlindrical container with a handle & a lip, used for holding
and pouring
Free-flowing substances by allowing the pearstream to flow over the sides of the liquidator into liquidized liquidness.
Solid licks! Your pearsonality is
pearsented through the pear of you
in your pearfect music.
My dream to have a non-existent pearting of mine propearsed to be pearsented will be brought to fruitition when I’ve prepeared the pearfect shaped urn to paint.
Just keep munching on your pear jam toast, I hope they are prepeared to say so I don’t have to unload the dishwasher.
Pearhaps it feels like an even smaller second to them since they were catching up on The ApPEARtice last Friday night. Profound pearssions are pulled without a trigger – schedule prepearations pearhaps only have room for drips to prepear what will be someday peartinent – a pearsonalised tankard full of pearpose. Sometimes it takes extra time ordering to pear a feeling with pumpkin spice. Chai lattes are not so nice.
Ah,
The sugar’s in an urn over Pear!
With all this pearetry,
I’ve urned it!
New Year’s night
There is a fire burning and people are drinking;
People are dancing and people are singing.
Auld lang syne, it’s another year gone,
So cherish this night, because it will soon be done.
The snow is falling all around us and many friends are merry;
So give everyone a hug and kiss those cheeks.
Come on now, feast upon the many cherries and berries;
Swig from the tankard and have yourselves some meat,
Because this is a celebration, so enjoy the feast.
Hold the one you love and greet your neighbour’s as family,
Because soon enough, you will be back at each other’s throats.
So give them your blessings and wish upon a star;
Offer everyone a piece of peace
And see this New Year as a chance to end the feud
And as a chance for new relationships to grow.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
'Tis another sunrise, bright and yellow.
Yet the world that holds me feels so hollow.
My ev'ry breath is but an empty cask.
Yet ev'ry step I take bears a full flask.
Ev'ry thought that I hold makes the ground quake.
Ev'ry conviction makes the wide sky break.
The path I chose remained a cracked tankard.
Yet my journey is a brimming tankard.
All certainty dissolved, and naught remains.
Each thought gives birth to thought in endless chains.
My life is but a bottle with no hole.
I am the sot who wholly lacks control.
Who am I now to stay here, bound in doubt?
To drink, to think—and still to go without?
Christmas was fabulous, so full of festive cheer
Santa brought presents; his sleigh pulled by six reindeer
Hubby loved the glass tankard he got for his beer
I got a pretty jumper it’s made of cashmere,
and a book of poetry by William Shakespeare
Soon champagne corks popped to welcome in the New Year
Cousin Billy swung from the crystal chandelier -
you should have heard him howl when he fell on his rear!
January blues are filling people with fear
Huge credit card bills are beginning to appear
If the sum isn’t paid the penalties are severe
It may take till next Christmas for the debt to clear!
12 X 12 Monorhyme Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Checked with how many syllables
Blue Monday is the third Monday in January and is said to be the most depressing day of the year. The weather is often dull, the festivities are over, and the bills from Christmas start to come in and New Year's resolutions have often failed!
01~16~17
A maiden fair sang through a sunflower field
on a warm autumn day with the wind in her hair
A melody wafted aloft on the breeze
as a cloud frolicked by with so little a care
She smiled as she hummed with a skip in her step
for the song she was singing she knew from the heart
An old happy tune that she sang as a child
when the flowers would bloom and the springtime would start
Her voice it did carry to valleys below
in a magical form of a heavenly grace
The villagers heard it in echoes above
for the sound of her voice brought a smile to their face
They danced by a fountain the town did provide
in their favourite clothes made of cotton and wool
Drinking a brew that was local to them
with a tankard in hand and a comfortable stool
She walked down the hill in a white flowing gown
on a path often used by the children at play
To sing once again this old song from the past
as the others joined in on this wonderful day
She then spread her wings made of silver and gold
and ascended the sky to a place she did love
As the villagers waved saying someday return
for her wonderful voice was a gift from above
seating screwed in the soundly pub
the tankard half tilted to his mouth
watching above his surged spectacles
Two brown ladies
sweep by, swaying hips in desire
serving drinks to yearning customers.
Is it admiration that starts in him??
or the reality that he has no peace?
he matches his eyes with her motions.
Back to the counter,
she notices the suggestive eyes
staring at her with a feeling of awe
she initiates a smile.
Swept by the wind of unrest and
deluged by a sense of yearning,
He rises and moves towards her
wondering what to say
but his feelings dare
suspended in awe like a lovers kiss...
the feeling so foreign
He lifts her arms with motionless lips
tries to utter "LOVE YOU"
but he swallows his words.
Through telepathy, the two souls unite,
shared feelings in the air
love to declare
with a promise of marriage
that restores the courage.
They begin anew
how he had no clue
a love now true,
a new year's gift to who
seemed so blue.