Short Pub Crawl Poems

My bride and I on a pub crawl
Near a bar my brain can't recall
Mnemonic power!
I'm thinking "thorned flower"
Which spot dear Rose sells the alcohol?...

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Standing listing, leaning against the wall.
Danced lots. drank shots. Friends out having a ball.
Bud bumped bouncer, lost his shirt,
imbibed too much and chased a skirt.
Group hug. Uber call. Another good pub crawl.

-Angel Fatale-...

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winds whirling clouds about
within the confines of this mind
stirred emotions in motion
stagnant waters notwithstanding
spinning all perspectives askew

after the pub crawl
where will we land
if not by the sea
practicing our butterfly stroke
under a monarch moon


AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2023

Posted on March 28, 2023 

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If you get to Dublin, do the Literary Pub Crawl
Visit the Bailey, The Bachelor, McDaids, Mulligans
Places journalists used to congregate after work
in the 1920’s, when Dublin had three newspapers

James Joyce, Samuel Beckett and Flann O’Brien might appear
They would be ghosts of course, but you might catch a glimpse
They were known to frequent these pubs, being Irish and all
If you get to Dublin, do the literary Pub Crawl...

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He slept here overnight after a pub crawl.
I heard him vomiting in the toilet
in the early hours.

Now he is up, hung-over
eating fried eggs sunny-side up.

I remember when he used
to crawl on the floor
baby drool hanging from his smiles.

He looks up at me now with a dopey grin.

I want to tell him both `thanks' and `sorry'
I don't know why.

Years later, `thanks' and ‘sorry'
have become blurred in my mind
with the term, 'fatherhood.'...

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He slept here overnight after a pub crawl.
I heard him vomiting in the toilet
in the early hours.

Now he is up, hung-over
eating fried eggs sunny-side up.

I remember when he used
to crawl on the floor 
baby drool hanging from his smiles.

He looks up at me now with a dopey grin.

I want to tell him both `thanks' and `sorry'
I don't know why.

Years later, `thanks' and ‘sorry'
have become blurred in my mind
with the words, “fatherhood”
and “time”....

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