#pubs - Hello Poetry

Laid back Jack, Got his title for obvious reasons. But I remember this one time, in the King's head, Jack was telling the lads about his date the night before, "come on Jack, it's your round" was a chorus sound, so off to the bar he went, while waiting there, A stranger did stare, Jack was there before him, but the man shouted ''two pints of mild'' of course he got served. Jack didn't care, it's a life time affair, barmaids work hard, to busy to know who is next, the stranger probably had appointment deadlines, time is of the essence. Waiting is waiting, My turn will come, Jack made a little hum, now the barmaid was finishing her shift, replaced by a barman, walking towards the bar, "What are you lad's having?" he asked a large gang! A strange sensation came over Jack, am I invisible? he thought, to himself, a smidgen of anger was born, but was quickly extinguished, Hey, I'm laid back Jack. It's all just bad timing, my friends will just have to wait, to wait at the bar, well it's just my fate. The barman was about to finish serving, more people had arrived, Jack was wondering which way the barman would look, please look at me, he urged the gods that might listen. As the moment arrived, several faces looked hopeful, something rouse out of Jack, the shrill words, I'M NEXT TO BE SERVED! The pub became silent, time seemed to stop, everyone looked at Jack, then from a dark corner, a small voice calmly stated, no, it's me next, Jack looked and saw, a old man, of which he'd been unaware. A feeling of shame, brought Jack some pain, Oh please let me buy you that drink? "that would be nice" I've built up quite a thirst, this broke the ice, everyone started to laugh. Returning with a try of drinks, Jack was asked, what took you so long?

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Dec 30, 2025

Dec 30, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC

Nick-Moore

Waiting

Laid back Jack, Got his title for obvious reasons. But I remember this one time, in the King's head, Jack was telling the lads about his date the night before, "come on Jack, it's your round" was a chorus sound, so off to the bar he went, while waiting there, A stranger did stare, Jack was there before him, but the man shouted ''two pints of mild'' of course he got served. Jack didn't care, it's a life time affair, barmaids work hard, to busy to know who is next, the stranger probably had appointment deadlines, time is of the essence. Waiting is waiting, My turn will come, Jack made a little hum, now the barmaid was finishing her shift, replaced by a barman, walking towards the bar, "What are you lad's having?" he asked a large gang! A strange sensation came over Jack, am I invisible? he thought, to himself, a smidgen of anger was born, but was quickly extinguished, Hey, I'm laid back Jack. It's all just bad timing, my friends will just have to wait, to wait at the bar, well it's just my fate. The barman was about to finish serving, more people had arrived, Jack was wondering which way the barman would look, please look at me, he urged the gods that might listen. As the moment arrived, several faces looked hopeful, something rouse out of Jack, the shrill words, I'M NEXT TO BE SERVED! The pub became silent, time seemed to stop, everyone looked at Jack, then from a dark corner, a small voice calmly stated, no, it's me next, Jack looked and saw, a old man, of which he'd been unaware. A feeling of shame, brought Jack some pain, Oh please let me buy you that drink? "that would be nice" I've built up quite a thirst, this broke the ice, everyone started to laugh. Returning with a try of drinks, Jack was asked, what took you so long?

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Often beauty is relative to need. Four or five pints And the need is sudden and intense. That long trough of stainless steel Filled with mounds of gleaming ice Is one of the nights most beautiful sights.

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 3:23 AM UTC

MichaelSunBear9901

Just a Pub ******

Often beauty is relative to need. Four or five pints And the need is sudden and intense. That long trough of stainless steel Filled with mounds of gleaming ice Is one of the nights most beautiful sights.

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Been a long while since I was back in the city (at work) Must be around two and a half years The Old haunts... their all haunted now Pubs I used to visit...frequent and frequently get a little bit drunk/tipsy in I wonder am I still in there drinking still I feel like if I went in I might see myself sitting in some corner there... My favourite restaurant too where I used to eat Every Friday afternoon with my burger black coffee and chips Sitting in the window looking out at the world going by, the people passing Glad to have made it through another week Glad to have survived, glad to still be alive I almost expect to see myself sitting there now..... So many have gone, so many have left... retired, some even passed away So many new younger faces around the place I wonder "Am I too, on my way out" Wherever I go all I hear are echoes of other times See faces that remind me of someone else It's like Life is moving relentlessly along But I've been left behind some place. I seen a face in the street that looked like myself when I was young I just stood there and watched him disappear into the crowd There's such an unreal ghostly feeling about the place It's so strange coming back after being at home alone for so long.

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Mar 5, 2023

Mar 5, 2023 at 8:48 AM UTC

bardo

Ghost Land

Been a long while since I was back in the city (at work) Must be around two and a half years The Old haunts... their all haunted now Pubs I used to visit...frequent and frequently get a little bit drunk/tipsy in I wonder am I still in there drinking still I feel like if I went in I might see myself sitting in some corner there... My favourite restaurant too where I used to eat Every Friday afternoon with my burger black coffee and chips Sitting in the window looking out at the world going by, the people passing Glad to have made it through another week Glad to have survived, glad to still be alive I almost expect to see myself sitting there now..... So many have gone, so many have left... retired, some even passed away So many new younger faces around the place I wonder "Am I too, on my way out" Wherever I go all I hear are echoes of other times See faces that remind me of someone else It's like Life is moving relentlessly along But I've been left behind some place. I seen a face in the street that looked like myself when I was young I just stood there and watched him disappear into the crowd There's such an unreal ghostly feeling about the place It's so strange coming back after being at home alone for so long.

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So sod it. We're off to the pub. The Mrs is putting on lipstick, The collar is getting a scrub. I'm all ready to distance But there is a problem you see? This two metres malarkey? British feet and inches for me! I'll sit at my usual table And stare at my usual wall But I'm proud to flick fingers to 'rona Cos like Boris I've done ****** all.

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Jul 4, 2020

Jul 4, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC

TheUnseenPoet

The Rainbows are faded in windows

So sod it. We're off to the pub. The Mrs is putting on lipstick, The collar is getting a scrub. I'm all ready to distance But there is a problem you see? This two metres malarkey? British feet and inches for me! I'll sit at my usual table And stare at my usual wall But I'm proud to flick fingers to 'rona Cos like Boris I've done ****** all.

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Mike Bee, Wandering Free. My Willy’s Pub Sunday Luncheon mate, With always plenty on his plate. Then at The Crow’s there’s John and Keith, Using Sam Smith’s to wash their teeth. What they don’t know, isn’t worth knowing, Lots of banter to keep me going. They call Brian there, “Encyclopaedia”, With lots of facts, he will feed ya. He’s so bright cos he’s from Leeds, And knows his I before E except after Cs. Paul Butters

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Nov 14, 2015

Nov 14, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC

paul-butters

Mike Bee, John, Keith and Brian (Clerihews)

Mike Bee, Wandering Free. My Willy’s Pub Sunday Luncheon mate, With always plenty on his plate. Then at The Crow’s there’s John and Keith, Using Sam Smith’s to wash their teeth. What they don’t know, isn’t worth knowing, Lots of banter to keep me going. They call Brian there, “Encyclopaedia”, With lots of facts, he will feed ya. He’s so bright cos he’s from Leeds, And knows his I before E except after Cs. Paul Butters

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I will re-visit The modern picts, The viking border people Comparing ******* And slapping bellies While giving dheagh shlainte. They've plundered their last village; It's been a while since they protected the walls While sleep sets in. They raid the pubs, Raise a glass shield, Weild a shot glass Singing shlainte, The dragon ships have sailed.

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Border Vikings of Scotland

I will re-visit The modern picts, The viking border people Comparing ******* And slapping bellies While giving dheagh shlainte. They've plundered their last village; It's been a while since they protected the walls While sleep sets in. They raid the pubs, Raise a glass shield, Weild a shot glass Singing shlainte, The dragon ships have sailed.

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Above cushioned wall seats, Where locals sit with dogs At their feet, Hang photos Of footballers Smiling still after near-forgotten games; A farmer stands beside his blue ribbon boar; Horses tethered to carts, Near soldiers smiling with The Republic's grimmace of war. Outside cobbled streets Lead to stone bridges Walls and houses, Near the shade of umbrella trees. Turrets stop whispers Wrapping their heights. Black, white and fading. Nine o'clock arrives And pictures shake From laughter And music, The click of dominoes, And clink of pints, In the pub life.

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Nov 10, 2014

Nov 10, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Snapshot of a Pub

Above cushioned wall seats, Where locals sit with dogs At their feet, Hang photos Of footballers Smiling still after near-forgotten games; A farmer stands beside his blue ribbon boar; Horses tethered to carts, Near soldiers smiling with The Republic's grimmace of war. Outside cobbled streets Lead to stone bridges Walls and houses, Near the shade of umbrella trees. Turrets stop whispers Wrapping their heights. Black, white and fading. Nine o'clock arrives And pictures shake From laughter And music, The click of dominoes, And clink of pints, In the pub life.

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