Taproom Poems - Poems about Taproom

...The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges where torrents overflow gallons of sky. Grouse are blown sideways by a bone-twisting gale. The land is harried by fishtailing winds, a sparse ......

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...Shipwrecks crowd the pub taproom a hot breath of defeat curdles the air. There's a coal fire; there are black tables, small and round just enough for two pint glasses. One cloth cap asks ano......

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...I’m sitting at this keyboard pecking out a song, Thinking of the kind of love that always done me wrong. I let my mind drift back a ways, focus on those simpler days Of courtship for women and me......

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...You are in your blue period - turquoise swimsuit, buoyant in azure. Behind your shoulder, Brighton West Pier, A snap taken at an amateurish angle, you’re diving sideways into the waves, the g......

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...The taproom is a crush. You slide between heaving shoulders, squeeze between pockets of overheated laughter to a small room set aside, a place closeted in smoky isolation. Here the barmaid ......

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...Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester trending toward vagueness exhibited by Addams family uncle Fester. Yours truly makes exception to his preference......

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...My own world rocked, My heart so rattled,, My brain so shocked, My ego so embattled I left my wife, When her heart was exposed By her unfaithful ways, The end of my married days... Back t......

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