Best Bar Poems

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...

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How high the bar that makes a poet Real!
(He walks in mists, and shadows of himself)
To be a poet, is to burn with steel
Set short time in the forge, the lesser self!
He brands his heart with fiery words, set down
And burns his mind with thinking,...

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He walks into the bar 
Like a movie star

With swagger 
Out pouring the lager

Topped by a mop 
Of such mythical proportion

It hushes the crowd 
With its absorption

More adorn
Than a unicorn

Waving a pompadour 
As big as a brontosaur




9/3/2019

Swagger Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very interesting, there weren't ever two days the same,
As an exotic world of ages past, would be dazed at what time...

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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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Oh, give me cake with double chocolate
And strawberry with sweetened cream whipped stiff.
And if you have a cake named butter nut,
I’ll have that too. For just a little whiff
of carrot cake with pineapple thrown in,
I’ll go bananas!  Come to think of it,
I might as...

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I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza, one half a progressive present,
and the other half, the antiquated past.   The old library building still exists,
although now...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they are found 
6 feet under 
masonary slabs,
light weights
all grey rocked,
the...

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All For A Klondike Bar!

 I would sail the mighty blue sea,
Tame a puffy green dragon to flip like a flea,
With the Queen have tea and crumpets dressed as a drag queen,
Run the Boston Marathon without wearing a thing,
Ride a hundred camels through downtown Miami,
Become...

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A coffee bar with orange paint --
   Brown tables on a tiled, grey floor --
Soft light within blown glass above --
   A neon sign hangs by the door.

I come here sometimes just to write.
   A coffee bar with orange...

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Here's egg in your face,
   friend
Go cry in your beer,
   dear
Time to clear out of here,
   quee--- 
             Oops!...

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Sportin' a wrap on one foot
A hard grimace set on his jaw
A Beagle walked in, holdin a grudge
Because somebody shot his paw!

He growled, "Pour me a rain water,"
"And none of that chlorine laced crap"
The Bar dog, a well known poodle,
Said, "Sir, I take umbrage at...

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The evening 
is soigné in outfits of rumpled elegance 
at the tables and on the bar stools, 

resplendent with a necklace 
of glistening notes from the piano 
in the corner,

rouged by the blushes imprisoned 
in our wine glasses.

Let's stay for a while then,

until the blushes...

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one waiter
ten tables
a sunshade and chair

a small cup
strong coffee
the sun in the square.

the fountain
a church door
the white heat and glare

graffitti
neat flowers
the sun in the square.

a slight breeze
a pigeon
a clock chime somewhere

a small dish
one euro
the sun in the square....

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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...

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