A Poet Walks Into a Bar . . .
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HarryHill
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..Hey, barkeep... I'll take a Dark ’n’ Stormy or four to go along with my mood today.
Maybe thatbox could help?
Just tell me how to mix it.
Help yourself to
's I haven't been using my drawing account; there should be plenty.
Lyricalli
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..
Just tell me how to mix it.
Dark rum, ginger beer, and a slice of lime.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVxdXa_LVs4
How about something from a local guy around my parts?
oggbashan
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There are two reasons for drinking: one is, when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it. The first is obvious, mechanical, and plebeian; the second is most refined, abstract, prospicient, and canonical.
Thomas Love Peacock, in his novel Melincourt
He was a good drinking companion:
WE'LL DINE AND DRINK
(From Crochet Castle)
By Thomas Love Peacock
If I drink water while this doth last,
May I never again drink wine:
For how can a man, in his life of a span,
Do anything better than dine?
We'll dine and drink, and say if we think
That anything better can be;
And when we have dined, wish all mankind
May dine as well as we.
And though a good wish will fill no dish,
And brim no cup with sack,
Yet thoughts will spring, as the glasses ring,
To illumine our studious track.
On the brilliant dreams of our hopeful schemes
The light of the flask shall shine;
And we'll sit all day, but we'll find a way
To drench the world with wine.
GLEE (From Headlong Hall)
A heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
So fill me a bumper, a bumper of claret!
Let the bottle pass freely, don’t shirk it nor spare it,
For a heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
No skylight! no twilight! while Bacchus rules o’er us:
No thinking! no shrinking! all drinking in chorus:
Let us moisten our clay, since ’tis thirsty and porous:
No thinking! no shrinking! all drinking in chorus!
Thomas Love Peacock, in his novel Melincourt
He was a good drinking companion:
WE'LL DINE AND DRINK
(From Crochet Castle)
By Thomas Love Peacock
If I drink water while this doth last,
May I never again drink wine:
For how can a man, in his life of a span,
Do anything better than dine?
We'll dine and drink, and say if we think
That anything better can be;
And when we have dined, wish all mankind
May dine as well as we.
And though a good wish will fill no dish,
And brim no cup with sack,
Yet thoughts will spring, as the glasses ring,
To illumine our studious track.
On the brilliant dreams of our hopeful schemes
The light of the flask shall shine;
And we'll sit all day, but we'll find a way
To drench the world with wine.
GLEE (From Headlong Hall)
A heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
So fill me a bumper, a bumper of claret!
Let the bottle pass freely, don’t shirk it nor spare it,
For a heeltap! a heeltap! I never could bear it!
No skylight! no twilight! while Bacchus rules o’er us:
No thinking! no shrinking! all drinking in chorus:
Let us moisten our clay, since ’tis thirsty and porous:
No thinking! no shrinking! all drinking in chorus!
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oggbashan
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Dylan Thomas
"An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do."
"I've had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record."
"One: I am a Welshman. Two: I am a Drunkard. Three: I am a lover of the human race, especially of women."
"An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do."
"I've had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record."
"One: I am a Welshman. Two: I am a Drunkard. Three: I am a lover of the human race, especially of women."
hey...
I won't call out my name but will say that I will answer to most anything from the most mundane to the harshest profanity and sometimes even without a retort.
I was once a poet and a lyricist and a vocalist and a pool hustler, and a junkie, and well I could all day like this---, lets just say I'm an 'ex-man' (emphasis on the man).
I came here one day to check out the poetry. Then I found an unauthorized picture of my wife naked and fucking someone else in my bed. So I stayed and found the other six pictures but I am to understand that there is a short movie of her and this someone, so I decided too stay and discover this film, (you call them gif's). All to find out the identity of the person she was carrying on with to express my displeasure at being decieved by them.
I won't call out my name but will say that I will answer to most anything from the most mundane to the harshest profanity and sometimes even without a retort.
I was once a poet and a lyricist and a vocalist and a pool hustler, and a junkie, and well I could all day like this---, lets just say I'm an 'ex-man' (emphasis on the man).
I came here one day to check out the poetry. Then I found an unauthorized picture of my wife naked and fucking someone else in my bed. So I stayed and found the other six pictures but I am to understand that there is a short movie of her and this someone, so I decided too stay and discover this film, (you call them gif's). All to find out the identity of the person she was carrying on with to express my displeasure at being decieved by them.
Lyricalli
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One of those old songs come on, and the nostalgia hits with the opening chords, then comes singing along, and instead of just reflexively recalling the words by memory (loudly), you take them in differently. In those tumultuous teenage/early 20s, there were the tunes that grabbed you by the gut and told something of your truth, and oh how deeply they were felt then, when so many emotions felt so very big. Not that they still can't or don't, but the years gone by adds different perspective, context, texture. Some of those old songs, well they can still twist you up a bit in unexpected ways. And maybe you realize that some of the wizened souls who spoke so deeply to you in your youth were just babies themselves back then, and wonder what those old lyrics mean to them now, if they hear them and shake their heads at their own youthful angst and relative innocence.
I'll drop another quarter in the jukebox for this one:
Next round's on me, if anyone else stops by
I'll drop another quarter in the jukebox for this one:
Next round's on me, if anyone else stops by
tristantrotsky
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I like all this crazy vibe about poets meeting up in the bar...
the only hanging question that comes to mind,
is - who the hell is buying the next round!?!?!?!?
the only hanging question that comes to mind,
is - who the hell is buying the next round!?!?!?!?
GuiltyPleasure
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Look up, your punter's right there, the magnificent and magnamanous Cali. She'll see you right.
Lyricalli
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I'll buy all the rounds! It's one of those nights hehe
29wordsforsnow
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where's the drawbridge
over muddy waters
blues in this
glass castle of shots
where the law's a bitch
and my buddy falters
truth'n'bliss
less pastel when I got
three wishes from
my johnny in the bottle
blended the news
of a class shot
the world on fire
and more than a lot can't afford to live
thrice I wish
it was drunkard's dream
over muddy waters
blues in this
glass castle of shots
where the law's a bitch
and my buddy falters
truth'n'bliss
less pastel when I got
three wishes from
my johnny in the bottle
blended the news
of a class shot
the world on fire
and more than a lot can't afford to live
thrice I wish
it was drunkard's dream
Winter_Fare
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Be bold in your remembering
Reject regret
Witness what you had
And all its imperfections
It wasn't just a stack of empties
No
It was the grand canyon
Difficult to navigate
Magnificent but
Empty after all
butters
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these last posts made dropping into the bar soooooooo worthwhile on a lazy sunday
so cheers to you poets
a bon bottoms up
be it beer, gin or moet
or tea in your cup
the birds are all tweeting
the sun's just too much
bon chance fluid meetings
where words are our crutch
so cheers to you poets
a bon bottoms up
be it beer, gin or moet
or tea in your cup
the birds are all tweeting
the sun's just too much
bon chance fluid meetings
where words are our crutch
GuiltyPleasure
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No punters for 3 whole days.
This joint won't stand the strain.
We need some drinkers pronto to end this dry malaise.
So, bring out the liquor, beer, and champagne
and come back in, forget that summer haze.
This joint won't stand the strain.
We need some drinkers pronto to end this dry malaise.
So, bring out the liquor, beer, and champagne
and come back in, forget that summer haze.
butters
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bring me a beer, 'tender...
cold enough for a bottle to sweat
glassine beads that tremble as my hand
slides around its slender, sleek-slick neck
as lips caress its waiting open mouth
and amber gold slips slowly down my throat
yeah, i'm craving a pilsner, lol
cold enough for a bottle to sweat
glassine beads that tremble as my hand
slides around its slender, sleek-slick neck
as lips caress its waiting open mouth
and amber gold slips slowly down my throat
yeah, i'm craving a pilsner, lol
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