Short Pub Poems
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My first time here
Feeling *****
Perhaps a beer
Will allay the fear
If I see her appear
Will she be my dear
And hold me near
Or disappear
A teenage girl defied her ma
And went downtown without her bra
But no boys were there
And girls did not care
What a dud thrill "Life in the Raw"!
There was a dame from Westminster,
Who lived her life as a spinster.
She was old and gray,
Yelled at cats all day,
And that is why no one missed her.
Some Babycham and Irish Mist
May smooth the way to being kissed
Score one for Mabel
Under the table
Though it looks like she kissed and missed . . . .
There was a girl in a night club,
Who tripped in that crowded pub.
She bruised her left arm,
But laughed off the harm,
And danced while a dog ate her grub.
sad shadows dizzy
cigarette smoke drift lazy
pub sounds, lights, hazy
there was a young man named Dennis
who staggered from a pub in Ennis
he thought he boarded a train
but woke up on a plane
and found he was headed to Venice
Golly, what a Pickle you’re In -- Bub,
How is it That you’re stuck in a Pub?
Gullible -- You look, Pimp
for why not hop, on Blimps?
and Fly in its Massive Ruba-dub.
I took my pet to the local pub,
Bar-keep called me a flamin' grub,
You can't bring a snake in here
It'll put people off their beer,
He chased poor Horace with a club.
Happy folks go to pubs to have fun
and stay there until darkness meets dawn;
a big sign in caps says,
" Free drinks to sexy girls
and cowboys who don't carry a gun! "
Tomorrow I fly
To my clan in waiting
And on Saturday
We celebrate
kayleigh
18 short years
I hope the pub has enough Beers
As she laughs us to tears
Because our Kay's without peers
there was a young man from Ennis
who desired to learn to play tennis
the ball whacked him in the head
so he decided to go to a pub instead
and have fun drinkin’ the Guiness
Just discovered a new eatery on Main Street
WOW what a fantastic experience, a culinary treat
Knew it by the crowd
That says it out loud
A pub called the Crow's Nest, a great place to eat
Weak audible creaks from a faded pub sign
Preludes a visual crash, combed by critical eyes
Though the structure was sound
The worn brackets were faint
Flaking words curled and dropped
With the tired peeling paint.
A misty fog shrouds the valley
they gather in the freedom pub
tattered olive-green memories
fear laid waste by valor
tears denied their proper time
ghosts that rue the passing
of every soldier’s night.
John G. Lawless
©11/17/2022
As I went to get published,
Stopped for ale and grub.
At a place called the Longfish;
Which is a great pub.
Well that first book it got scrubbed;
Thrown in the rubbish.
So now when I seek a pub,
It must end in lish.
For 7/5 Trochee Contest
Sitting in the pub,
Spending painfully-panned-gold,
Thinking about making money;
What a shame:
Money making ain't thinking about me.
Last night,
Love was good:
The plastic was foul,
We had to let go of all;
Fear is a useless emotion:
Reality is frightful.
Colin Thiele 'UP COUNTRY PUB'
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| OLDE | ||
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Comes the time when freedom expires
The gathering need of a patriotic cabal
One chancing upon such surely inquires
In time meaningful writing on the wall
Utmost secrecy Freedom Pub requires.
Written December 8, 2022
Submitted to "Freedom Pub" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
A room permeated by the pleasant buzz
Of laughter and conversation
Jokes and triumphs, future plans
Sorrow and elation
Scents of food and beer and wine
Mingle with the sounds
Of voices and mellow music
Drifting all around
The warmth of the large dark room
Giving verve and form
To dreams and visions spoken aloud
Waiting to transform
If you are going to frequent a pub today
Make it in Cork, though it be far away
Make it Murphy’s, for it is St. Paddy’s day
And while you are there, you had better pray.
The Irish are wild, never dull or gray.
They always talk blarney, want to have the last say.
If you want me to come, I will be there said Jay
I love Irish pubs, there is plenty of play!
I saw him in that pub today,
and she was with him, too,
and that other fella, hmm.
You often wonder, often ponder.
I stopped for a moment,
walking through the room,
going to the bar.
She gave me a look.
Was I being suspicious?
They certainly made me think.
Yes, you often ponder, often wonder.
He and she? He and he? She and he and he?
(12 Dec 2023)
There is a pub in the Midlands
Which goes by a fishy name.
Be careful what you say in there.
Or you won't be let in again.
It won't be swearing that'll get you barred
Or the starting of a fight
But suggestions to improve the beer.
Or compliments when it's right.
So when next in Leicester
Try a friendly pub instead
The place many recommend
Is the good old Kings Head.
Sitting alone in a crowd eating cheap Chinese became
No words… just birds
Whistling over the distant car hum,
The car hum from the street beat not a mile away.
And the soft music, the slow river, flat chair and hard bench
That’s been eaten off and partied on some other day.
A bike rider, street walker, jogger and car pass under the haze
Of a sky, I sigh
And the birds replace words.
THE PUB
Happy folks blocked those
Crystalline opaque huge doors
Inside cheer and beer
February 8. 2020
5pm PST
Engligh Haiku
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