Bar Poems - Poems about Bar

128 Gallon of Milk "The unique medium" Castile Dermal they spoke as his name. They said he was an original person with some great ideas. He refused to see past the frustration of the word can't. Some saw him as a great person , nut others either needly wished him to fail or go away. He would use his knowledge of science to make better conditions were historically people who had needed...

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They gather where the signs hang crooked, under gaslight glare and broken clocks, where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses— fogged, but watching. Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots, her laughter sharp as shattered glass. Beer Street hums a fatter tune, slumped in booths of sticky leather. They meet at the hinge of last call, where poetry is slurred and prophets mumble. A...

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An Irish Themed Limerick Poetry Contest Tania Kitchin At the pubs across the Ireland nights It's a clover field under the lights Irish men love to pluck Stray petals with good luck They like the pink clovers in their sights...

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32 Bar Blues: A Spoken Word Poem In the shadow of the neon’s dusty glow, Oh, the blues, got me cryin’/echoes of Otis Span whisper, “Why?” Champion Jack Dupree, a voice so true, I’m lost in the Bad Luck blues/ In a world of broken souls, where the road to nowhere stretches on, I...

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"Do you want ice with It?" Why not, the deep snow will be more slidable. I rattle the cubes. A snowstorm keeps me twisting and corkscrewed even when at rest. 'Not too cold for you?" I am muffled cocooned in layers of invisibility. My spine is insulated, flesh mummified yet under these red lights, I almost glow. "Where are all your friends?" They shelter in empty shot glasses, the whisky in...

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*Written for the Ten Lines From Ten Poem Poetry Contest on Poetry Soup My tongue, the warmth, my eyes close again. I breathe steady while I blink consciously, chocolate on my breath, in my underwear, fresh lipstick on. You’ve fallen in love with me. You told me. In my heart,...

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(A Christmas vacation vignette) Lisa and I choppered onto Manhattan Island yesterday morning. We’d both felt toasted—so we took naps—and yay! We awoke recharged. Later that evening, Lisa and I were at the ‘Elsie’ Rooftop Bar, in Manhattan, waiting for Lisa’s boyfriend, David. Ok, man-friend? More age appropriate I suppose, he’s 27, but that description doesn’t have the...

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Our oldest light goes by the name cosmic microwave background radiation— CMB for short. She's everywhere: fluorescent birdsong of modern offices, hum of corner store ice cream cases. Have you heard of her? This gal was born screaming into freedom from the expansion of a bang so big we're still talking about it. Expelled from the...

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He lived in room 757 just like a haiku thats what he said to me just like a haiku eesh There’s a reason I avoid this part of town if not for the psuedo intellectualism that spreads faster than herpes at a swingers party then for the cheap drinks for too much money the door guy that thinks he deserves a tip keeping out the...

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Such the serendipitous dive bar, a man walked in who was almost missed; “You are destined” he said “for ‘Rockstar on tour.’ Go and dust off that setlist.” “Throw out all those decrepit covers. I’ve got your back let’s send you soaring! You may have some with those makeovers sharing your soul they’ll ALL come running! Twenty five thousand people will stand waiting...

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News flash Huge bash Big fight Last night Clyde's Bar Bizarre War zone Chairs thrown Snouts poked Gals choked Eyes blacked Ribs cracked Hair snatched Backs scratched Throats slashed Heads bashed Tossed stools Blood pools Ears chewed Tossed food Knees kicked Knives pricked Low blows Stomped toes Dames sprawled Cops called Clyde's closed Foreclosed ...

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Everyday we mimic the bar for instance the electric wire, the ways, the road leading to the north, the road leading to the west or east or south, or sometimes the ropes and somehow their threads and towers?, and sometimes...

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shlep along or scrounge sashay or percolate warm a chair no one's going anywhere fast warm a chair trifle, wither goof off or hang out warm a chair no one's going anywhere alas warm a chair come along and chaperon in shadows or under sun warm a chair no one is going anywhere passed warm a chair stroll or tarry wait, why hurry? warm a chair no one's going anywhere undercast...

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Fat boys dance with glee As crowd laughed with such relief Basher angry flee....

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War to go One scream away From murder Art done right Never to fight Conscience of convenience Sand blind cold boots pant rash hair clay mud pies Resident sadists social decay Where there are no truths and no lies Foot soldiers claim Their genocide bouquet When one of the greatest stays Gives people time to escape You already can guess his fate...

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