Pints Poems - Poems about Pints

...In the diaphanous light of morning, when dawn paints the horizon with golden whispers, The earth rises from its deep slumber, dreaming of the green phantoms of revival, An untamed longing is born d......

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... ‘If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’ ~ (The ......

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...Patrick’s piquant penchants are beer and Claire, At the pub scene the two don’t seem to square; Patrick’s pints, more than a few, Manhood cannot follow through - An Irish drunkard’s pot of gold ......

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...after a couple of pints of Guiness you will fall to meet the road......

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... The light is on so now dance! No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance. You’re eighteen now boy no more. Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before. Men are men and know t......

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... She drew the blood from my neck and whispered ‘My bloody valentine!’ We would transform into bats And would soar throughout the city Looking for fresh prey together We’d find the......

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...Ma lied to me about using credit cards she'd taken in my name, notices told the tale. I let them repossess my car to keep post-Uni plans for the Emerald Isle, which I liked to consider my hom......

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...Maybe you’ve seen Janet she’s from another planet making all her regular stops at the local charity shops loves a second hand rail or two lives in the land of good as new to knock and shock the......

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...I owe appreciative courtesy to alternative press... for enlightening my senses to the evocative, reciprocative and suffocative auditory and visual material publicized in The Nation magazine J......

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... The Great Witches Bake Off is here again Bakes so weird some have no name. So fierce it was to be the winner, The prize is fame, on Lucifer's underworld twitter. Laughing and cackling but alert......

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...After the war There had been a war that Germany lost a soldier found a mask made of wood  in a basement and took it home  as a souvenir When demobilized, he sold the mask to  a second-hand sho......

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...He knew all there was to know About the frying game Haddock, cod, skate and ling All treated just the same. A deft flick of the wrist to draw Each piece through the batter Then the basket low......

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...In these days of austerity It’s getting to be a treat To go out for a few pints And have a bite to eat, So, Please Mr Pub Landlord Grant me just a little wish Bring back the vinegar bottle So ......

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..."All the things I say..." my lingering part sentence left in notes the endings to unwritten poems never to be known I'm on the hook yet unanalysed with no resul......

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... beware ... they are coming I hear them as they tap their invariable pulses on my spirit like steel drums in the Cruzan night all at once frightening and irresistibly intoxicating - the war......

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