A pub with no beer
Posted: February 25, 2020 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentI was fortunate enough, through the good offices of Alcohol Change Cymru (UK) to be able to assist with organising a second alcohol free beer festival in Fishguard and Goodwick as part of Dry January 2020. There is a formal report available via the charity
And here is the poem I wrote, as a consequence of the festival. CHEERS!
Can you find good cheer
In a pub with no beer?
Does the very thought of alcohol-free
Leave you weak at the knees?
Or do such options give choice
To an alternative voice?
Could you go Without
Try a Big Drop stout?
Would people really stop and stare
As you quaff your Drop Bear?
Or you might not reject Brooklyn’s Special Effect.
Would a Sheppy’s low alcohol cider
Truly make you an outsider?
Or a bottle of Stowford Press
Will surely impress.
Perhaps a Super Bock
Makes for a pleasant shock.
If you’ve rejected the rest
Maybe a Sussex Best
Could leave you feeling quite blessed
Or an Infinite Sessions IPA
Absolutely make your day?
Sam Brown’s, still in play
And there’s Leeds Brewery OPA
To help your along
A stumble-free way.
And if Italy’s more your thing
Well, ciao! Shout out!
Peroni and Moretti have zeroed out
And can make your heart sing.
Truth be told
Whatever’s your thing
If it’s a day without booze
That feels like good news
Hangover-free
Or no danger of the handover
Of your set of car keys….
The liberty Of a non-drunken spree
Geared up by Tesco low alcohol G and T
Then hey! And Yay!
The pub with no beer
Can offer good cheer!
Seems there’s always room for thinking
About different ways of drinking
My Columbine Valentine. For H B-C-M
Posted: February 14, 2020 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentThis poem was made at sea. A year ago now, but the sentiments expressed are before, contemporary and beyond. It’s all for you. Thank you. From the heart.
My seaside Valentine
If I could choose
Just one
Moment in time
To take ahead with me
Into unfathomable eternity
Governed by uncertain deity
Then
It would be
Standing Forward
Bedecked by you
( and, in my mind’s eye,
two ghost dogs
standing by)
On our voyage sublime
Watching the watery world slide by
The Pacific, painted by
Glacial blues
Awake
Gelato cream confusion
Melting into the black mirrored swell
As scimitar shaped birds
Slice the crested waves
Balletic marine fencers
Weaving, careening and
En Garde!
Hunting
The ocean’s ceaselessly hungering mouth
Restless, inscrutable, immutable
Breathing, deep water scheming
Its owners have
But scant regard
for our lumbering vessel –
Man made iron muscle –
Outflanked and bested
By shearwater and petrel
Undone by dolphin and iridescent Dorado.
It is as though we were
Tipping over the Equator
Outstripping day and date
Adventuring, ever southwards
Our ship in full spate
Speed baffling knots
Nautical miles
Our beating hearts rate.
Yes!
This would be the moment I’d choose to take.
With
You
and I
Yours and mine
Atlantic,
Caribbean
Pacific
To be specific
My salt spray adored
My seaside companion
My maritime best friend
My own worlds end
My sweetwater , Columbine
Valentine
13/2/19
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