On Beer
Be it Pilsner or IPA Drink before it’s gotten stale If the stuff is German lager Know that lager is a camp And unless you’re a beer blogger German camps tend to be quite damp And let’s be honest, frank and bold They don’t serve there apple juice Those places can even turn quite cold […]
Ode to Beer, an Irish Song
Ode to Beer D’oh, the stuff that buys me beer ray, the guy that sells me beer me, the guy who drinks the beer far, the distance from my beer so, I think I’ll have a beer la, la la la la la beer Tea, no thanks I’m drinking beer and it brings us back […]
Whose beer is that? A Poem about Beer.
A Poem about Beer Whose beer is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh, and cry hello. He gives his beer a shake, And laughs until his belly aches. The only other sound’s the break, Of distant snakes and […]
An Ode to Beer
An Ode to Beer A Sonnet for the month of January, a poem about beer by Fledermausi My joyful beer, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you set free and delight, Invading my mind both the day and night, Always dreaming about the idiosyncrasy. Let me compare you to a […]
Ancient pornography before pornography. 10 Most Shocking Sex Artifacts From The Ancient World. Amazing works of erotic art of the ancient world.
Ancient pornography before pornography. Amazing works of erotic art of Antiquity. The material below about ancient and classical erotica is not intended for children or the faint of heart. The selection is a bit spurious, but not is not bad. It’s arbitrary and incomplete. Many of those objects were considered too offensive for the general public […]
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Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper 1785 Type: Epitaph Here lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae’er desires to ken, To some other warl’ Maun follow the carl, For here Johnie Pigeon had nane! Strong ale was ablution, Small beer persecution, A dram was memento mori; But a full-flowing bowl Was the saving his […]
The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept, And the first lay as yet in silence slept, A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre To notes of wail and accents warm with fire; Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain, And him who sobbed in pentametric pain; To which […]
Ode To A Harmonica
Ode to a Harmonica by Alex Gross Email Share I love you, Janis, Because my lips go with you so naturally. I never regret kissing you, Bercause I know that you Have felt my kiss alone. You were made for my kiss. I love you Janis, Because […]
The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period But in her Temple’s last recess inclos’d, On Dulness’ lap th’ Anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Cimmerian dew. Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only […]
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu’d, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I’m sick, I’m dead. The dog-star rages! nay ’tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers […]
The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) But in her Temple’s last recess inclos’d, On Dulness’ lap th’ Anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Cimmerian dew. Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only heads refin’d from Reason know. Hence, from the straw where […]
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu’d, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I’m sick, I’m dead. The dog-star rages! nay ’tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the […]
Conquistador
A poem by Alec Derwent-Hope (1907–2000) by Alec Derwent Hope I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man in a little way, He had in him some seed of enterprise. Each day he caught the seven-thirty train To work, watered his […]
Paris
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the paths That lead the heart unto the heart’s delight. . . . Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days When there’s no lovelier prize the world displays […]
The Bull Moose
by Alden Nowlan Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps, came the bull moose to be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture. Too tired to turn or, perhaps, aware there was no place left to go, […]
The Bull Moose
by Alden Nowlan Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps, came the bull moose to be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture. Too tired to turn or, perhaps, aware there was no place left to go, […]
Swing Shift Blues
A poem by Alan Dugan What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having gone into it in the first place because you had a decent woman to be with? The air smells particularly fresh after the stale beer and piss smells. You can […]
Portrait From The Infantry
A poem by Alan Dugan He smelled bad and was red-eyed with the miseries of being scared while sleepless when he said this: “I want a private woman, peace and quiet, and some green stuff in my pocket. Fuck the rest.” Pity the underwear and socks, long burnt, of an accomplished murderer, oh God, […]
Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton
A poem by Alan Dugan The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional war in Asia when some academic son of a bitch, to test her reputation as a drunk, gave her a beer glass full of wine after our reading. She drank […]
In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
In The Bus That is Frantically Rushing from Cairo to Port Said by Admiral Mahic I could have gotten married in Egypt With one sun ray, That is masterfully openinig gates of fields in front of the bus that is frantically rushing from Cairo to Port Said … Beside me, the […]
In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
In The Bus That is Frantically Rushing from Cairo to Port Said by Admiral Mahic I could have gotten married in Egypt With one sun ray, That is masterfully openinig gates of fields in front of the bus that is frantically rushing from Cairo to Port Said … Beside me, the […]
The Old Manor House
An old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown, Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,-with a grand history of its own- Grand with the work and strife and tears of more than half a thousand years. Such delicate, tender, russet tones of colour on its gables slept, With streaks of gold betwixt the stones, […]
Baltimore Was Always Blue by Michael Salcman
Baltimore Was Always Blue by Michael Salcman Goodbye America of the blue overalls and steel-toed boots, goodbye, goodbye. The headline in The Sun said it all today in type as tall as the re-election of a president: General Motors Closes Its Broening Highway Plant. Don’t you remember when they said what was good for GM […]
Cinderella by Roald Dahl
I guess you think you know this story. You don’t. The real one’s much more gory. The phoney one, the one you know, Was cooked up years and years ago, And made to sound all soft and sappy just to keep the children happy. Mind you, they got the first bit right, The bit where, […]
Twas’ the Night Before Christmas and Santa got Drunk by Margaret Marie Hubbard
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the woods not a fireplace going, from the drought, no one could! The stockings had holes, but were hung with such care, In hopes that Saint Nick won’t forget them this year. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Spongebob danced in […]
Late Moon by Philip Levine
Late Moon by Philip Levine 2 a.m. December, and still no mon rising from the river. My mother home from the beer garden stands before the open closet her hands still burning. She smooths the fur collar, the scarf, opens the gloves crumpled like letters. Nothing is lost she says to the darkness, nothing. The […]
Green Thumb by Philip Levine
Green Thumb by Philip Levine Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of me all you can; my average weight May make amends for this, my low estate. But do not shake, Green Thumb, as once you did My heart and liver, or […]
Braga by Walid Saba
I was on my way to nowhere Tired, I unsaddled It is Porto, I was told O my! This is where I was going, Without even knowing Every stone here deserves attention Castles are old Just like I was told The Port is ancient The beer is always cold And everyone here smiles All worries […]
Alameda by Paul Blackburn
Monday morning early Sunday evening late A tram goes by, outbound taking the late drinkers the restless moviegoers or the blossoms of girls with their escorts home sleep The conductor on the final run standing there in his slippers facing the track The ladies sit at cafe tables in twos An old man sits reading […]
Untitled by Quincy Troupe
Untitled by Quincy Troupe in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke’s place, played after salsa between the old majestic architecture, jazz bouncing off all that gilded gold history snoring complacently there flowers all over the ground, up inside the sound the old white band jammin the music tight & heavy, […]
Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string! That my streaming countenance may […]
from The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Tenth Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke Ah, but the City of Pain: how strange its streets are: the false silence of sound drowning sound, and there–proud, brazen, effluence from the mold of emptiness– the gilded hubbub, the bursting monument. How an Angel would stamp out their market of solaces, set up alongside their […]
The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home by Robert Herrick
The Hock-cart, or Harvest Home by Robert Herrick To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of wine and oil; By whose tough labours, and rough hands, We rip up first, then reap our lands. Crown’d with the ears of corn, now come, And […]
A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON by Robert Herrick
A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON by Robert Herrick Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and as far As to thy Genius and thy Lar; To the worn threshold, porch, hall, parlour, kitchen, The fat-fed smoking temple, which in The wholesome savour […]
Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper by Robert Burns
HERE lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae’er desires to ken, To some other warl’ Maun follow the carl, For here Johnie Pigeon had nane! Strong ale was ablution, Small beer persecution, A dram was memento mori; But a full-flowing bowl Was the saving his soul, And port was celestial glory. ————— The End […]
Troopin’ by Rudyard Kipling
Troopin’, troopin’, troopin’ to the sea: ‘Ere’s September come again — the six-year men are free. O leave the dead be’ind us, for they cannot come away To where the ship’s a-coalin’ up that takes us ‘ome to-day. We’re goin’ ‘ome, we’re goin’ ‘ome, Our ship is at the shore, An’ you must pack your […]
Tommy by Rudyard Kipling
I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, “We serve no red-coats here.” The girls be’ind the bar they laughed an’ giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I: O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, go […]
The Young British Soldier by Rudyard Kipling
When the ‘arf-made recruity goes out to the East ‘E acts like a babe an’ ‘e drinks like a beast, An’ ‘e wonders because ‘e is frequent deceased Ere ‘e’s fit for to serve as a soldier. Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, Serve, serve, serve as a soldier, […]
The Sergeant’s Weddin’ by Rudyard Kipling
‘E was warned agin’ ‘er — That’s what made ‘im look; She was warned agin’ ‘im — That is why she took. ‘Wouldn’t ‘ear no reason, ‘Went an’ done it blind; We know all about ’em, They’ve got all to find! Cheer for the Sergeant’s weddin’ — Give ’em one cheer more! Grey gun-‘orses in […]