Tavern Poems

The Battle of the Two

The aroma of battle between cheese and charcuterie is in the air,
As the red wine flows and cider that tastes like a pear.

Rack after rack full of bottles to sip,
I race between each place and leave a tip.

Taverns and Shacks.
Places to sit, sip and relax.

I am writing a post on the war between the palatable

The End of Chumley's Tavern

I’ve strolled down Bedford from Barrow,
maybe a couple times or more.
When I would get to 86,
I headed through the garden door.

I felt inspiration flowing,
from the rafters down to the floor.
Words for future generations,
by the authors that I adore.

They sat on these stools by the bar,
and drank their whiskey from this glass.
They saw the world through

My Dream of Beth Hart

In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other accompaniment, just Beth and a piano. It was like this tattooed lass just wandered down the stairs and sat down

Tavern Late Nights

outword(ed-gar)ammered
with(all-en)joymeant
(poe)trees

for-aging
for-roots

rye-penning
in-words

pain-full
force-shadows

oft-times
hell-loose

innate-shuns
care-acting

sleep-less
new-rot-tic-talks

a-bell-ing
for-tunes

knots-so
past-or

meant


stan sand




















(poe)ssessions

The Man In the Cavern and the Gypsies At the Tavern

Someone moved the rock 
And the village’s Gypsies were in shock 
Hearing it was a progressive move 
They sat at the bar wondering if this could be proved  
What was being blocked by this rock? 
A question was asked 
Each enjoying happy hour magic in their flask 
Apparently inside the cavern 
The Gypsies gossiped

Halloween Tavern

HALLOWEEN TAVERN

a dark spooky night ~
where did all the pumpkins go?
jack-o-lanterns lit.

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In An Old London Tavern

The warm, dark wood of high-backed stalls 
     enclosed us like a womb, 
and, nose to nose, we talked with eyes, 
     oblivious of the room. 

You shone with special radiance 
     that welled up from your soul, 
a subtle, golden inner light

Wright's Tavern, Afternoon

Grouping here to plan retreat, 
the redcoat officers smelled defeat: 
the boards complained beneath their feet, 
on entering Wright's Tavern. 

They game was up. They understood. 
All that remained was noise and blood, 
and limping back as best they could, 
the fifteen miles to Boston. 

Pungent smoke and powder smells, 
irregulars' derisive yells, 
and fifteen

Wright's Tavern, Morning

The British were coming. 
As dawn's cold fingers 
clawed the eastern sky, 
men scurried to their stations, 
all too aware of the rhythmic crump 
of that ugly distant drumming. 

The Threat was inching closer, 
a scarlet thing with many spikes 
shimmering in the first sun. 
The Monster's great insistent heart 
was felt in dreadful pulsing

The Tavern

I fell in love...
With the bar man, down at the tavern
It was quite an affair.
Until he fell in love...
With the barmaid, down at the tavern
When I wasn't there.
Then she fell in love...
With a back road girl, down at the tavern
Where she used to sing.
Yeah she thought that Boston 
Was the right kinda town, to hear

Blue Moon Tavern

Well good evening and welcome...
to the BLUE MOON TAVERN
what in the world are you doing
out on this dreadful stormy night
here sit by the fire while I bring
you somethin’ strong to drink...
I usually don't take in strangers
but I have a room upstairs if you'd
like to stay here tonight...
he said thank you but I wouldn't
want to intrude,

Shawnee Tavern

Henrietta
That's my father there
why pour him more liquor?

Monday Night At Tony's Tavern

Crushed peanut shells are
scattered all over the floor

Beer bottles smashed
while blood drips from the roof

A body hangs from the rafters 
while loyal patrons play
a vodka filled game of Russian roulette

Piss stains plastered all over the bathroom floor
cockroach's and rats run rampant  
all while raging alcoholics throw fist 
and set fire to bar stools

Drunker stupors,

Enormous Tavern Goddess

enormous tavern
goddess

eating me 
like pan

drooling sweat and honey

The Writers Tavern

In the deep of the sleep i was taken to the writers tavern
a place warm and cozy where they took beer in metallic mugs
a place where a mortal who has shared a story never before
heard or seen in mortal eyes is honored.. i took my cup of tea
and was driven back home.. the writers tavern

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