Bar Poems - Poems about Bar

He lived in room 757 just like a haiku thats what he said to me just like a haiku eesh There’s a reason I avoid this part of town if not for the psuedo intellectualism that spreads faster than herpes at a...Read the rest...

Such the serendipitous dive bar, a man walked in who was almost missed; “You are destined” he said “for ‘Rockstar on tour.’ Go and dust off that setlist.” “Throw out all those decrepit covers. I’ve got your back let’s send...Read the rest...

News flash Huge bash Big fight Last night Clyde's Bar Bizarre War zone Chairs thrown Snouts poked Gals choked Eyes blacked Ribs cracked Hair snatched Backs scratched Throats slashed Heads bashed Tossed stools Blood pools Ears chewed Tossed food Knees kicked Knives pricked Low blows Stomped toes Dames sprawled Cops called Clyde's closed Foreclosed ...Read the rest...

Everyday we mimic the bar for instance the electric wire, the ways, the road leading to the north, the road leading to the west or east or...Read the rest...

shlep along or scrounge sashay or percolate warm a chair no one's going anywhere fast warm a chair trifle, wither goof off or hang out warm a chair no one's going anywhere alas warm a chair come along and chaperon in shadows or under sun warm...Read the rest...

Fat boys dance with glee As crowd laughed with such relief Basher angry flee....Read the rest...

War to go One scream away From murder Art done right Never to fight Conscience of convenience Sand blind cold boots pant rash hair clay mud pies Resident sadists social decay Where there are no truths and no lies Foot soldiers claim Their genocide...Read the rest...

Such singing and dancing! Hardy harly har har We are winging and prancing At the grizzly bear bar The bears are all sleeping For it is February, so they hibernate In March we will be scattering, So we don’t end up on...Read the rest...

Big fight Last night Clyde's Bar Bizzare Tough guys Streetwise Much brew Fists flew Thrown chairs Pulled hairs Black eyes Loud cries One bloke Nose broke Heads bashed Teeth trashed Knives slashed Pecs gashed Cops came To tame Powwow Peace now All's well That's swell Great fight Last night ...Read the rest...

In dreams, I’m where the music plays. I’m listening to the laughter, like it’s in another room. My drink is dark, bitter and oaky tasting and the peanuts taste like soap. There aren’t any napkins. Others are lines of light...Read the rest...

("Anagogical Moments Merit Badge", 2011, original oil) The Dream In a dream I talk to a young man in his prime, A bit of a wandering missionary type Eager to engage in spiritual dialogue, And he asks if I’ve ever...Read the rest...

I walked in and pulled myself up to the bar, The place was dingy and smelled like sour beer. The people all had that same stare, Inebriation wrinkles covered their faces. "Give me a scotch on the rocks," I...Read the rest...

Tantalising taste on tongue, whilst savouring a draft beer heightens but we stop at one, because we’re not young!...Read the rest...

intense . . . to begin with, belayed by hours hewn soliloquy through obverse platitudes benign, betrayal among friends, in grounds of open mouths, a kraken of tongues regale upon which bar the cocktails finally arrived...Read the rest...

The Drunkard staggered into a bar And slurred that he just wrecked his car He added, "Wha th'...Read the rest...