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Tag Archives: bar poems
Thirsty Thursdays
They drink from stream and lake and oak-leaf dewand brew their tea from waterfall fountain. There’s a banquet of snacksand a welcome knack for napping and every hour’s happy now because their feet are bare and there’s no one to stare and the chores are shared and nobody’s … Continue reading →
Leave your cares behind
, at the Careen Canteen. Zip-zoom into something sipped, from sun-kissed chamomile tea to rum -bled phrase on the rocks, times three. Come on in, here’s a g(r)inwith a hint of wry. Before last call, we’ll shakeit all (fears, hope) into a slow-stirred sky. It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and … Continue reading →
muse me
say hey bard-tender, won’t you please pour me a straight up shot (in the arm) (in the dark) of some rum-bled phrase? fuse me (shaken, stirred) a word or two to spill, some cocktail napkin poems to fill the time. lose me to the page, the space -bar rage of fingers flying and syllables sighing in … Continue reading →
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Completely Smashed
.. against this midnight-silent sky, he is all rum -bled song (how many bottles of beer on the wall? We’ve lost count.) He’s cashed in and crashed on our couches and trashed his last joint and pointed at that tattle-tale … Continue reading →
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Closing Time
.. So a strophe and a spondee walk into a bar, and order a round (-elay).Bartender deals them up a couple of rum -bled phrases, heads to the back to crack open another case of beer and a jar of … Continue reading →
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So, love walks into a bar
; takes a seat. Place smells like cigarettes and stale beer. Love smells like Chanel No 5 made a new sponsor deal with desperation; half-packed suitcases and twice-told secrets. Bartender’s got an attitude, and he’s fresh out of gin, tonic, … Continue reading →
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For Argument’s Sake
, the fake flavor of this part-pink lady drink makes you a cheap date. Don’t you hate the way the strobe lights fight your face? Wisdom equals work. Start your engines. That’s a perfect match. (Let’s watch it burn.) ……….Bottom’s … Continue reading →
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Tagged bar poems, match, nonsense poems, Quickly in November, wordled
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