Monday, May 13, 2013

Sonnet 56: A Life In The Pub Comments

Rating: 4.8

Low misty cloud swirls damp close to the ground
Ancient parlour pubs lined the terraced street,
Slurred speech from beer costing only a pound
And smoke from cigarettes hangs around their feet;
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Philo Yan 17 May 2013

A real truth, though a sad one. The choices one makes in their lives are always important.

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Kevin Halls 17 May 2013

As someone who has spent far too much time in pubs I can relate to this splendid poem. Spot on though as it can be a waste of a decent life but it is something that is part of the British way of life.A good insight!

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Dave Walker 16 May 2013

A great poem, the pubs are just not what they used to be.

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R.j. Wynn 15 May 2013

That's a thought provoking poem. love it.

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Adeline Foster 14 May 2013

A subject that few would attempt, you did. Try mine - Idle Folly - Adeline

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Joan Smith 14 May 2013

A true reflection of life in the pub years ago

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Lyn Paul 14 May 2013

A great picture David, I can't breathe because of the smoke. Well done

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Paul Brookes 14 May 2013

I feel I'm there with such a good word painting. Life in the pub so well drawn. Thanks for sharing BB : O)

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 13 May 2013

nice sonnet...Dark lives-drinkers trying to hide wonderful

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Valerie Dohren 13 May 2013

Great sonnet David - well written. Expresses pub life brilliantly.

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