Poetry: What I wanted to Say by John D. Robinson

A special guest post this time. Published poet John D. Robinson (When You Hear the Bell, There’s Nowhere to Hide and Cowboy Hats & Railways) sent us a wonderful poem called What I Wanted to Say. He describes his feelings towards the institution Alcoholics Anonymous. Emotions that every serious drinker probably shares. Or if you care…

Poetry: Château Margaux by Francis Saltus Saltus

Poetry and the consumption of alcohol usually go hand in hand. And the American poet Francis Saltus Saltus was a perfect example of that theory. The born New Yorker was a big fan of booze and even started his own drinking posse, that would gather at Billy Moulds’ bar in Manhattan’s University Place. Saltus and his…

Poetry: Booze by Danny Mell

It’s been a while since we last had some poetry on Lords of the Drinks. Following in the footsteps of Charles Baudelaire and Emily Dickinson, we give you Danny Mell. He sent us a lovely poem  called booze,cfor which we are very grateful. Let this be a reminder to all creative minds out there. We…

The drunk man’s alphabet

A true drinker is constantly remembered of alcohol. Don’t blame us for that, it’s society’s fault. Reminders of booze are simply everywhere. Don’t believe it? Can you say without blinking that an oak tree doesn’t make you thirsty? No? Oak, cork, wine, let’s drink! Or what about a documentary on animals in African savanna traveling…

Poetry: In the Tavern by Hristo Botev

It’s been a while since we had some cultural stuff on this blog, so it’s high time for a poem. This one is from a man that we hope to present to you soon in our section of great drunks in world history. Hristo Botev was a Bulgarian freedom fighter in the 19th century as…

Poetry about Alcohol and Drinking

Little more than a week ago we started the Drunk Poetry Challenge since we felt there were not enough poems about alcohol, drinking, drunkeness and hangovers. Well, with a big smile on our faces we can tell you that this lack of bottled poetry is no more. We were overwelmed by all the great stuff…