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Once again Sagebrush is sponsoring the Portland Food and Drink Beer Haiku contest.
Sagebrush 2011 has expanded the popular Deschutes Brewery Sagebrush Classic of the past 22 years to benefit even more area charities. In the past, the Sagebrush Classic has been known as the must-attend culinary and golf event in the Northwest, including an outdoor feast that showcases the culinary artistry of 18 chefs from all over the world. This year, Sagebrush has planned a week-long series of events to help more than 100 participating nonprofit organizations and created a Sagebrush Match Fund to help those charities raise even more money.
Eighteen chefs from Bend, Oregon to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, including local chefs Matt Lightner, Scott Shampine and Scott Neuman will take part. The proceeds for this event benefits Central Oregon children and families. I’m happy to support this good cause.
The first-place winner of the haiku contest will receive a pair of tickets to the Deschutes Brewery Sagebrush Feast in Bend Oregon which will be held on July 16th. These tickets have a value of $200.00 each!You can enter now by putting your haiku entries in a comment box below. The contest will close June 25th.
The entries will be judged by five people associated with this site, and one from Deschutes Brewery.
Remember, to be eligible, the haiku must follow the traditional form. The art of haiku requires precision: a five syllable first line; seven syllable second line; and five syllable third line. For many, the best haiku features a last line that works like a friendly elbow in the ribs. To be eligible, all haiku must make some reference to beer, though not specifically about Deschutes.
Here are some of the best entries from earlier years:
Lisa Richardson:
Sunshine for the tongue
Hops turned into brewed delights
Liquid Oregon
Clinton Springer:
how like a pharaoh
the first must have felt, sipping
in turned to manna
Clinton Springer:
it’s our mother’s milk:
the gentle hands pull the taps,
and down rains pure ale
Carlos Perez:
Beer transforms my mind
to thoughts of cascading water
Pooling, foaming, cool.
Erin Hatzi:
Malt, hops, yeast, heaven
Bitter never tastes so sweet
Drink of the people
Gabe Finch:
Bottled amber poured
In code, this malt does whisper
Of sunbeams sweet voice
Brian:
The Dissident Shouts
“Free yourself from boring beer”
Prepare to pucker!
Brian:
Miss Spelt, Not Miss Spelled
She, a thirst quenching temptress
Please don’t tell my wife.
Hoss:
Beer me Bartender
The sweet nectar you render
Is hoppy splendor
Clinton Springer:
born at sea, tumbling
through and rising from valley
soil, into your glass
Lisa Richardson:
Sunshine for the tongue
Hops turned into brewed delights
Liquid Oregon
Rachel:
Pour the twilight ale
Breathe in the warm wind of night
Summer as begun
By Les:
Happy bubbles spring
Into summer beer joy hops
Fall into the clouds
Humble Pie:
Cheap yellow beer child,
I played Deschutes and ladders
ain’t been the same since
Clinton:
It is at two pints
that he feels himself transformed
from damp clay to god
Karen:
Willamette hops taste
like summer: green flowers bright
and sharp as sunlight
“There aren’t many parties like Sagebrush in the entire country, so the opportunity to sample the fare of some of the world’s top chefs in one place is rare.”
- Willamette Week
Finally, when people “like” Sagebrush on Facebook, they’re entered to win two free tickets to the Feast or two tickets to a new event, the Sagebrush Street Fare. This gives people two ways to win tickets to Sagebrush!
About Sagebrush
Deschutes Brewery’s Sagebrush Classic has been benefiting the Central Oregon community for 22 years; raising more than $2 million for nonprofits through its popular golf tournament and feast. In 2011, the event will show significant expansion in order to include all eligible 501(c)(3)organizations in Central Oregon. The format of the event will change from a single weekend to a week-long series of events. A professionally executed fundraising campaign for participating nonprofits will run from February 15 through August 15, 2011. During this fundraising campaign, Sagebrush will market the event, highlight the nonprofits that are participating, and provide fundraising tools to the nonprofit agencies. The week-long series of events include: July 9, Sagebrush Community Challenge/ Scramble; July 13, the Sagebrush Street Fare street festival; July 14, the Sagebrush Private Dinners will take place in private homes around Central Oregon; July 15, Sagebrush Classic golf tournament; and July 16, the famous Sagebrush Feast at Broken Top. For specific dates, times and cost of each event, visit www.sagebrush.org or contact Aimee Baillargeon, Executive Director at 541-408-6341 or aimee@sagebrush.org.
seventeen… Foster’s
twenty-seven… lambic gueuze
forty-two… what’s cold?
cats don’t like it much
dogs will drink it if allowed
paws off my cold one
spring is in the air
when will he fix the window?
beer makes hard work good
Celiac’s sad plight
Deschutes’ kick-ass remedy
gluten-free delight
Frothy golden glow
Hop-nosed essence of summer
Sigh and sip slowly
Define Oregon
A place coveted by all
‘Tis the land of beer
Crisp liquid amber
The object of desire
My heaven? Good beer.
Sip Sip, Slurp Slurp, AHH
Nothing quite as refreshing
As an IPA
Afternoon sunshine
My pint glass sweats, calling me
Saying “drink my child”
Can anything cleanse
like night’s first wash of bitter
over daytime’s tongue?
I like to drink beer
In fact I drink lots of beer
I like to get drunk
Golden bubbles rise,
Glimmering in my pint glass;
Sly Northwest sunlight
There once was a beer
Wait, this isn’t a Limerick!
Too much ale for lunch.
beer, beer, beer, beer, beer,
beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer
and then the check please.
Just enough water,
fresh hops in a tun of mash,
time rewards patience.
Wursts go best with beer,
better than any soul food,
ice cream goes the worst.
A fine frothy foam
Bubbles bursting above brim
Perfectly poured pint.
“I love Microbrews”, he says
“Sam Adams is rad”
My head shakes, “Poor east coaster”
the beer pours slowly
down the side of a cold mug
quickly down my throat
sweat drips from my face
I need something cold to drink
Twilight Summer Ale
Four seasons of love;
Ale to porter, stout and wheat.
Always gold in hand.
Oregon rains feed,
Cascade bouquet from kettle.
Draft from heaven please.
Spring to summer days,
Draft of ale for my delight;
Always refreshing.
Malts so sweet, hops bitter
Yeast fruity, spicy, alive
Grand combination
From The Abyss dark
Cherry Dissident blossoms
Summer’s crisp Twilight
Moved here from Detroit
Hello Beervana! Never
Drinking Bud Again.
Craft brew can cure all,
so pour yourself a pint, let
fickle taste buds roar.
A hot Oregon day
has left my mouth feeling parched.
Ahh, hops are soothing.
Beer may not last long,
but you can always order
one more round again.
Out in the fields
a worker tends the hops, straight to
the taps they all go.
Fizzing out the tap
Makes me foam at the mouth.
Big ‘ole cup of beer.
re-entry from Fooku:
San Diego thinks
they beat Portland for craft beer
Arrogant Bastards!
Water, malt, hops, yeast.
Add a palate and some love.
The result; Great beer.
From seed to flower
From flower to liquid gold
From gold to delight
Elixir of life!
A prideful Bendite, I am;
Bend: home of good beer.
New to the Pac NW
Black Butt porter please
Smiling, she replied, “Sure thing.”
Friends, shouting, “Black Butte!”
The Dissident screams
He falls in to the Abyss
Not quite a Hop Trip
yes, thank you, i will have another…
don’t let all of this haiku bother
get in the way
of what’s genuinely important…
when I spill my beer
is it funny to call it
alcohol abuse?
Beer merchant gives no
Relief at all to my thirst
“No sales after 2″
Ginger crystallized
Sweet on the lips this Abbey
Belgium dances now
Caught by a Trappist
Dubbel dribbling is called
I’m loving this game
warm sun, welcome back
my thirst drives me to the light
cold ale saves my soul
Cool crisp Mirror Pond
try to wait but leap right in
a gurgling sound, aaahhh
Teach the world to sing
And in perfect harmony
Buy the world a beer
Alas! Poor Black Butte;
For indeed, I drank it well.
Let’s have another!
“A larger lager”
Said the stout porter to me.
“Good for what ales you”.
High desert sun falls
Dusty gullets gather for
Frosty frothy pints
Bubbles in my beer
Swimming upward, breaking thru
Effervescence freed!
Green-blue river goes
toppling over stones so smooth
Beer outside the pub
They say do your part
Deschutes is community
Drink beer help people
Two friends drinking beer
Barrel aged is magical
Laughing dissidents
A hot summer day
Sweat trickles, parched throat awaits
First quaff is heaven
Warm day, starry night
A pint of ale by my side
Heaven is on earth
Malt, hops, yeast, and love
Brewed and aged by masters
Quench thy thirsty soul
Strenuous to smooth
Savor each head, body, taste
White foam on your lips
Bubbling spring water
Brewed with hops, malt, yeast, and love
Raindrops on your tongue
Climb the hoppy taste
Black Butte conquered with delight
At a drinking pace
Deep, dark, mystical
Yet smooth and silky like glass
Obsidian rocks
She hops in the dark
Breaks through the creamy white head
Into Summer’s light
When I moved to Bend
I thought I’d gone to heaven
Here, great ales await
Ski, hike, golf, and bike
Then go Deschutes for a pint
Typical Bend life
Can be dark or pale
Taste and overtones vary
None will disappoint
This fourth of July
I toast to the summer sun
Cascadian style
Yee Lee get some air
Quality not quantity
The rule of this game
Hear hear. Don’t make me put in a entry limit!
Water from fire
A dichotomy for sure
Resolved in an ale
Vulcan’s forge born
River, both source and porter
Tamed by tap and glass
I intend to “Bend”
One or two brews from Deschutes
in July. Tickets?!
Which discovered first?
Some say beer then bread.
Why argue? Drink then eat.
Beer our oldest drink
has withstood the test of time
Drink a beer with me
A beer and sunshine
These two simple things each day
What more can we ask?
Fill my glass with care
Bartender please be careful
Leave a head on top
I’m a pessimist.
The pint is half empty. Bring
me another please
The elements: hops,
malt, water, yeast. Alchemy
done: golden brew flows
Campbell said follow
your bliss. And so I do, from
Brewpub to brewpub
Message in bottle:
Stranded in Oregon with
Just beer. Don’t send help.
Warning: it rains beer
here in Oregon. You won’t
need an umbrella
How to drink a beer:
Observe as long as ya can
Then gulp ‘er on down
Hands, raw and ragged
The shadow of a day’s toil
Cold ale, nirvana
Yeast blown by the wind
Please land in a beer from Bend.
Warm my quenching thirst.
Which discovered first?
Some say beer then bread.
Why argue? Drink then eat.
Beer our oldest drink
has withstood the test of time
Drink a beer with me
A beer and sunshine
These two simple things each day
What more can we ask?
Fill my glass with care
Bartender please be careful
Leave a head on top
Raise beer glass to light
to see a bright golden hue
looks like sunshine
My son Clay was helping me post my beer Haiku to your site
sorry about the double post.
Bull Run water makes
Willamette Valley hops sing,
Portland! Beervana!
in the nick of time
i rush to my computer
another beerku
sweat drips from my brow
but yet i refuse the beer
i don’t drink from cans
Alehouse at June dusk
Oregon invites repose
Not hard to say yes
Not sure if you knew
Beer drinkers make great boyfriends
They buy every round
Year measured in brews:
gose, lager, bock, and stout
Rome had it all wrong
What can’t go in beer?
asks the intrepid brewer
mayonnaise, for one.