Haiku Contest

Hope you are all doing well ensconced at home. If you have a few spare moments, here are some bar haikus. Please add yours to the scroll list by sending it to <freddys@freddysbar.com> … It is a 5, 7, 5 syllable countPlease share this with any one that might be interested. Be sure you have your name included (see below examples)  We will post Here at Freddy’s website & elsewhere, eventually taking a vote from all participants. The winner gets a drinking prize (or a Drunk Prize-as we like to call it) when Freddy’s re-opens!

Freddy’s Bar in Park Slope is holding an online haiku contest while it’s shut down during the coronavirus pandemic.

Here are our contributors so far!
Corona bottle
glows in a dark bar, last call!
Corona virus
Nancy Drew
A lime in the neck
Stuck in time, rotted and brown
Slides slow down fallen.
Donald O’Finn
I messed with the frogs
Even though I knew better
Couldn’t help myself
Albino Wino
All of the sad men
Bending their heads like horses
We drink together
Lee Taylor
Cocktails, tater tots
Addictive films, backroom blues
Not the same at home
Nate K
Someone said to me
“I’ve never been to Freddy’s”
I’m calling bullshit
Teeyum Skawtt
And the virus came,
and they closed all of the bars.
Freddy’s we miss you.
Randi Boxer
Music soothes the soul
Local people play their tunes
Back room on pause now.
Linda M
Donald, did you know?
So many masks on the wall
portended a fall.
Heather McCabe
Covid dried Freddy’s.
Wait till spirits flow again.
Drink at home for now.
Paul Freeman
Closed for pandemic,
A Park Slope bar stays busy,
Throws haiku contest.
Park Slope Patch
Die by live music
Pro-choice: death by scotch, not Trump
Freddy’s, let me choose.
Seth “ABV = 0” Goldfarb
Furu bā ya.
garasu no mukō
shiro kaeru
Philip Schnell
The old bar
on the other side of the glass
a white frog
Philip Schnell
Dear Albino Frog,
I miss our weekly meetups.
Don’t move . . . I’ll be back.
Lady Foof
Near albino frogs
Fractured colored lanterns hang
Guiding us to grog.
Heather McCabe
Ellen, Tracey, Mike
Angela, Gina, Raul
Dave, Zane, Gustavo
Pickles
I see five people
In the space of one person
I drink two more rounds
Lee Taylor
Freddy’s has been there
For the good times and the bad
Hard not to be there.
Nate K
Gin’s my drink of choice
Don’t know where the fizz has gone
Rainy day thought dreams
Joyce Hanson
The stench of Clorox®
Wafts and settles in the air.
Smells like mean spirits.
Laurel Lindahl
Freddy’s has shuttered.
The apocalypse is nigh.
We all drink alone.
Laurel Lindahl
Player piano
Serenades a spotted cat
Lapping a milk bowl
Steve Pauley
Bar stools, tables, chairs.
Oh, so many surfaces!
Thanks, Clorox® Wet Wipes!
Laurel Lindahl
slow slosh of whiskey
solace interrupted when
toothless dude makes pass
Liz Shura
Two glasses, clinking
The echoes fill the dead space
Where we used to live.
Laurel Lindahl
I’ll have a drink — no.
I’ll have one more. And one more.
…Maybe just one more.
Heather McCabe
tomorrow like today
today just like yesterday
each day Groundhog Day
Virpi Kanervo
The hum of crowd and
clinking, drinking, the low glance
waits, now left unmet.
Margot Spindelman
Crowded bars I drunk alone.
Six to every bed
We together, isolate
99 Hooker
Spring is in the air
But we are all stuck inside
Drinking beer alone
Nate K
Alcohol does not
Cure this horrible disease
I try anyway
Lee Taylor
Freddy’s has shuttered.
Empty bottles line the bar.
Who gave him the key?
Laurel Lindahl
If two bottles clink
And no one is there to hear
Do they make a sound?
Laurel Lindahl
Freddy’s has missed you!
Belly up! The drinks are free!
LOL. We joke.
Laurel Lindahl
Freddy’s Bar and Backroom Grill
still, the further still.
Prohibition, New, Improved.
99 Hooker
Freddy’s, oh Freddy’s!
I’ve missed your sweet tater tots.
And also the booze.
Laurel Lindahl
Babar goes with me
To the bar to enjoy fun
Delicious delight
Joy Walker
Wordless purrball sage
tic to tic toc, folded paw,
Now is all there is.
Nancy Drew & Donald O’Finn
Self isolation!
Is a long, dark happy hour
How long can it last?
Nate K
Over and over
I’ve wished I had more stickers
For bathroom decor.
Heather McCabe
Eminent domain
Covid 19 pandemic
Just another day
Anders Heidel
I claw and I tug,
The door is sealed against me.
Must. Have. Tater tots!
Betsy L
Filmstrips still flicker,
Ghosts haunting empty stages.
They know…we’ll be back.
Betsy L
Flowers, birds and wind!
So lovely, yet can’t be touched
Wouldn’t they like that?
Megan McGibney
I just need one glass
To see you all once again
My loneliness aches
Megan McGibney
Can’t reach out to you
Can’t feel or delight in you
Just a screen to touch
Megan McGibney
I will see you again
When our beers will be on tap
And we’ll wink and laugh
Megan McGibney
No one to talk to
Just a voice and image to hold
That’s not you at all
Megan McGibney
I hate the inside.
Drink supply is running low.
God I miss Freddy’s.
Sam Levitz
Beer, grub and fun shows
See you on the other side
Freddy’s will survive
Felicia S.
Warm pfft ‘gainst my thigh
As I spoon my sleeping wife
Must really love her
Dave McGillan
Ellen, Tracey, Mike
Angela, Gina, Raul
Dave, Zane, Gustavo
Pickles
Closing of this bar
Ruined my stupid routine
Of drinking all night.
Pickles
Miss my family.
Drinking in my house is weird.
Open back up soon!
Pearl Jam
What is happy hour
Who are you to tell me
How to drink and when
Lee Taylor
Ice clinks at the sink
My best friend john sneezes
He likes to make me drinks
Lee Taylor
At seventy-nine
I have stayed alone for weeks
Quarantined from spring
Mary Anne Swickerath
Empty buses roll
Outside my kitchen window
Sirens close behind.
Mary Anne Swickerath
Curse the healing gut,
The stench of sober floorboards,
Death is sinking in.
Diddlin’ Dave
Lights off at Freddy’s
White frogs in tank swim alone
Glass waits to be filled
Cat Beurnier
You know what I miss?
Bumping into each other.
Freddy’s needs a Zoom.
Dan Sternfeld
Here’s some alcohol
Put it in a spray bottle
Try to stop the spread
Ian M.
The tots are so hot.
I guess, yeah let’s take a shot.
Don’t fret, my bloods clot.
Lauren Billings
Sunset from Park Slope,
melting over Liberty.
Only time will pass.
Dan Sternfeld
How could we have known?
Last night’s visit was our last.
Until life resumes.
Santi Villasis
Hi-Bop-Mon-roe-here
Can-we-book-a-gig-next-month
Thanks-a-gain-Don-ald
Bop Monroe
COVID highlights a
Brooklyn misfortune: My bar
is in my back room
Rebecca S
Freddy’s Bar is the
filet of the neighborhood
Try the tater tots
Dan Sternfeld
Why wait until five?
Cocktails at home aren’t the same
So much alone time
Kristin McCracken
Where do we go when
community’s forbidden?
Into the bottle
Dan Sternfeld
Beer, grub and fun shows
See you on the other side
Freddy’s will survive
Felicia S.
Separate for now
to be together later
Someone feed the fish
Dan Sternfeld
An open letter:
Jameson and a High Life
Doesn’t taste the same.
PicklesI
Used to feel irked
when just the BACKYARD was closed.
It will be back, guys
Rebecca Rudolph
The bar is closed, so.
I call on the phone, no luck.
Oh, the bar is closed.
Lauren Billings
When the beer is cold:
and you’re hanging at Freddy’s
what else do you need
E Penniman James
Please reopen soon,
as a speakeasy, so we
can die together.
Willow Burnside
Unmask a big grin
High five through the finish line
Best first beer ever
Blair Witch (P.S. I miss you!!)
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