Taltos
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gregariousbomb
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Cheyenne said:Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Taltos isn't here,
and neither should be you.
fuckin A.
look what the dog drug in.
Go back to the GB and grab your ankles.
gregariousbomb
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Cheyenne said:Hey! Where's the rhyme in that, buddy?
Black Bear Blues
Ronno held court with a limp
And hustled drinks with endless jokes spilling
From his thick beefsteak bourbon face-
Some boys laugh and the women cringe.
They got the Last Waltz on the new flat screen
And I remember Dylans painted face and Panama hat,
Me just 20 spilling into the San Francisco night after that
Winterland ballroom night...me the great rememberer.
Little good.
But here ya got Craigy and his harem, barman makin the most of
the occupation, ya got Corey bowing to his boy Trot, theres Frankie with his salamander Egyptian eyes staring at her throat and needing a shower. Skinny Brett blunted from months of Prozac mumbling "your puttin me out of business." Mathmetician Mike countin his change and quiet Matty fondling a sack of buds in his pocket. Daddy Asa chubby faced and happy showing pics of the second kid, so soon and giving away his tremor inside...
A table full of teachers playing a game of Asshole-me smiling at Jae and wishing partly that she wasnt Lesbos archer and hell, she got me smokin cigs again last February- its been months now and I cough-
Airdre saunters thru certified sad and medicated mad-keep your cock in your pants boy and dont look when she flashes the burnscar breasts-Grundy throws her out gently but throws her anyway-
For eight months I stayed out of here until that Valentines night when I just said what the fuck-I guess THESE are my people.
Finally Chezzie floats up the stairs and sits and we dont need to say a word but just give the silent gangsignal of resignation.
"Terence" he says just loud enough, in his best London drawl. "You look handsome tonite."
I laugh and steal one of his smokes. Smalltown jokes like that are
too precious for words. The plexiglass is up around the balcony now, the limegreen lamps make us all look a bit nauseous and out over the river the Harvest moon puts the move on Mars.
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Angeline said:You're really good. Please stick around and write more.
ty
nice to meet you-
i shoot from the hip.
Angeline
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gregariousbomb said:
you too. your poem reminds me of one i wrote a while back.
have a beautiful night.
Bird's Nest
Ok. No proof.
No proof but real cute
in a tan suede miniskirt,
lace tee, leather boots.
Long hair then, too,
waist long, and not
a damn clue of sweet 16's
power:
just
never
knew
or I wouldn't be outside,
shucking and smoking
my class-ass jive Dunhills,
a wise little city girl,
trying to trash talk
the bouncer,
who laughs and says no.
I'd be at the bar
with a long frosted glass
of gin, sloe with grenadine,
sweet and big-eyed,
eye-balling the scene.
My Joey, my G's
long-fingered fret runs,
his Hofner, his lady
plays bass backbeat clean.
I'd be with my buds,
my blue-eyed soul
home team bro homies,
drinking and nodding
you sing it, it's true
You are My Pride and Joy,
my best friends, you,
all of you.
In-between sets,
we walk to the river
smoke till silly high,
till Joey sneaks me
through the alley,
the Bird's Nest
back door, and in!
Dancing and laughing
with Barb and someone,
who was it who whispered
James Joyce was a baaad boy
before green eyes stopped me,
took my drink away.
Silly girl watch out
for sloe gin and black light
Goddamn you green eyes!
You never said watch out
for sticky sloe gin sweet kisses
in your green Austin Healy
on Jacob Road Mountain
later that night.
gregariousbomb
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didnt expect to see you
here in the lavender night
with all of us stranded
in the desolate beauty
of the moons bitter light-
a book like a clock
flashing the 12
and the double zero
in the dark fiddlers reel
come sit with me
here in the lavender night
with all of us stranded
in the desolate beauty
of the moons bitter light.
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here in the lavender night
with all of us stranded
in the desolate beauty
of the moons bitter light-
a book like a clock
flashing the 12
and the double zero
in the dark fiddlers reel
come sit with me
here in the lavender night
with all of us stranded
in the desolate beauty
of the moons bitter light.
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Closing Time Redux
This bar
has no name as yet
likely the sort of place
you would forget
anyway
it's not the bird's nest
shining like a beacon
on the delaware
I stood outside once
there along the rail
next to the river, me
as pale as moonlight
on the water thinking
how the city to the east
looks beautiful this late
its daily grime covered
with night and houses
by the bank sparkle alight
It's not Elizabeth's
down the shore,
it's quieter, nor
is it Fekete's
full of go go sluts
where I was always
so embarrassed
when I went to see
my boyfriend play
Everyone who knows
me knows I'm not
the bar type anyway
never knew how to act
who to believe you can
believe it's true I'm likely
more naive than you more
than all the poetry I write
might make you misconstrue
but I came here
at this late date
for one more bar
for one more night
at this late hour still
it seems it's not too late
there's someone
in a booth alone
and staring out one
window staring at the moon
head full of song, of poem
and in the instant
of a passing train
a whistle blown
there's only one thing
left to do
walk to the booth
and take his hand
Cmon Terence
time to go home.
This bar
has no name as yet
likely the sort of place
you would forget
anyway
it's not the bird's nest
shining like a beacon
on the delaware
I stood outside once
there along the rail
next to the river, me
as pale as moonlight
on the water thinking
how the city to the east
looks beautiful this late
its daily grime covered
with night and houses
by the bank sparkle alight
It's not Elizabeth's
down the shore,
it's quieter, nor
is it Fekete's
full of go go sluts
where I was always
so embarrassed
when I went to see
my boyfriend play
Everyone who knows
me knows I'm not
the bar type anyway
never knew how to act
who to believe you can
believe it's true I'm likely
more naive than you more
than all the poetry I write
might make you misconstrue
but I came here
at this late date
for one more bar
for one more night
at this late hour still
it seems it's not too late
there's someone
in a booth alone
and staring out one
window staring at the moon
head full of song, of poem
and in the instant
of a passing train
a whistle blown
there's only one thing
left to do
walk to the booth
and take his hand
Cmon Terence
time to go home.
gregariousbomb
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Cheyenne said:
Damn Straight....
gregariousbomb
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Sins666 said:
Thanks very much sincerely.
G
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There lies within each one of us
The beauty like a rose
When it's used in touching others
Then its beauty overflows
The beauty like a rose
When it's used in touching others
Then its beauty overflows
gregariousbomb
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Lillylicious said:
Prickly pear
Wild yellow in the field,
Descending the 2 lane
Careful enough to yield.
gregariousbomb
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I fold up my tent on this one...GP *bow*
The Blue Note Club
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A twelve steps shuffle-down
from neon heaven
into blinking darkness
gets you buzz and jazz.
the news is out
we got our licence
now you can lace
your coffee legally
Tonight is a homage
to Mulligan and Baker
a worshipful crowd won't dance
to these tunes the ears
have it.
By midnight the lips
go cracking notes
no joke but still they play
like pros and we stay
late though it is we
have to work tomorrow too.
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I’m filling in the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
The Blue Note Club
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A twelve steps shuffle-down
from neon heaven
into blinking darkness
gets you buzz and jazz.
the news is out
we got our licence
now you can lace
your coffee legally
Tonight is a homage
to Mulligan and Baker
a worshipful crowd won't dance
to these tunes the ears
have it.
By midnight the lips
go cracking notes
no joke but still they play
like pros and we stay
late though it is we
have to work tomorrow too.
__________________
I’m filling in the cracks that ran through the door
And kept my mind from wandering
Where it will go
RhymeFairy
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write me a poem
frivolous and fancy free
show me tha gangsta's
what *used* to be
fat boy Roy playin his horn
Greta on the pale piano keys
singin them long lonesome blues
play a two step
swingin an hot
Joe Blue tossin them girlie girls
from hip to hip
money changes hands
sliding with the glide
ruling the rules
of what *used* to be
Big Hannah on the trombone
tootin the bugle
like no-bodys business
shoot me five ... no twenty at least
shut the place down
with the mighty beast
hang'm high
to high to see
what has become
of you ... me
no place like home
I know so well
what is heaven
has become
a livin hell
shower me with da money
so easy to come by
show me the face
I long to be
gangsta's have no love
more than money
says me
so go home to momma
to where ya should be
toot your horn
play yon piano
keep your money
deep in tha pocket
pool me this
rhyme me that
poetry for you
is what I see tonight
shooting for the money
none here can see
what I am
as opposed
to what I used
to be ...
frivolous and fancy free
show me tha gangsta's
what *used* to be
fat boy Roy playin his horn
Greta on the pale piano keys
singin them long lonesome blues
play a two step
swingin an hot
Joe Blue tossin them girlie girls
from hip to hip
money changes hands
sliding with the glide
ruling the rules
of what *used* to be
Big Hannah on the trombone
tootin the bugle
like no-bodys business
shoot me five ... no twenty at least
shut the place down
with the mighty beast
hang'm high
to high to see
what has become
of you ... me
no place like home
I know so well
what is heaven
has become
a livin hell
shower me with da money
so easy to come by
show me the face
I long to be
gangsta's have no love
more than money
says me
so go home to momma
to where ya should be
toot your horn
play yon piano
keep your money
deep in tha pocket
pool me this
rhyme me that
poetry for you
is what I see tonight
shooting for the money
none here can see
what I am
as opposed
to what I used
to be ...
RhymeFairy
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Cheyenne said:
so much to be said
to lil to to hear
listen with tha mind
not da ear~
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