Blame The Beer! Poem by Abekah Emmanuel

Blame The Beer!

Rating: 3.0


You woke up this morning widely yawning,
Waving your hands in the air like a flying bird,
Even as you stand, you're still snoring,
My friend, blame no one but the beer!

Your children were expecting you home yesterday,
Sitting at the living room all night long,
Wasn't it yesterday that you collected your pay?
So why didn't you come to sing them your song?

You had a call from your village about mum's illness,
You promised to get back to them in the evening,
But now look at you, you lack complete fitness.
You don't even remember any calling.
If not the beer, then what else?

Lay off your drinking attire,
Throw off your deceitful glass
And from this drunkenness retire,
For your life will soon pass.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: drunkenness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Johnston 30 January 2016

There is a variation in tone here Abekah that I don't really understand. The first stanza really suggests an excuse, it was the beers fault, the second stanza suggests friendship with the fellow and mild condemnation, the 3rd stanza really takes him to task and mum's illness suggests you are a part of his family but you are still offering up excuses, and then in the 4th stanza it seems more that true feelings come out. This poem does seem to share more personal experience though it has a first draft feel to it and the rhymes are mostly haphazard and weaker than they should be. I would recommend either going to a free verse format or challenging yourself to a more formal rhyme and syllabic form and working it through. I did enjoy the content and think it is definitely poem worthy.

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Benjamin Icon Ede 19 October 2015

What a great poem, and what a naked truth about drunkeness! The lines are simple but vigorously strike the chord of truth. I wish all drunkards would look upon this crystal and behold their filthy drunken state.

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Darlene Walsh 19 August 2015

Very well written and very accurate poem about the issue of excess drinking. It touches my memories very closely and personally. My dad was an alcoholic, and I've known several other alcoholics. While I will never understand it seems they think they mean well, but seem so often to do the wrong thing, or just plan forget to do the right thing. I wrote a poem about beer called Golden Brew.

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Abekah Emmanuel

Abekah Emmanuel

Ghana, Eastern Region,
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