Clubs Poems - Poems about Clubs

If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here, you’re shopping in the wrong place. This is New York City’s time of year. It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles, proving that the ordinary can be extraordinary. With the right lighting. Lisa’s (parent’s) apartment glitters like our promised heaven on high. When we left at Thanksgiving, Michael (Lisa’s dad) had the...

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Here’s to scrumptious nights. cats and boots and cats and boots We went clubbing last night, to recalibrate ourselves on the dance floor, where magic happens. cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots To focus on sensory experiences, the beat, and share in the fun and tangible sense of freedom. cats and boots and cats and boots Feel the...

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I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can happen if you earn top grades and interact easily with male friends by day (the crew club scene is ol’...

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Frequent surfacing in night club And the Lion sprouts from a cub Soon, you cease to be submissive: Life begins to be permissive. With others you may shoulders rub Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub. A used-to-be-meek aggressive, At inconstancy progressive.... In night clubs be sure of hubbub, The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub Yet, life here should be extensive; Clubs heal could The Hypertensive: Others are asleep you...

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The rock club is dark, the people are strange I love it here, I don't want it to change A can of Red Stripe hits the mark The people are strange, the rock club is dark Black No 1, a favourite song Twirl and glide and sing along Dressed to kill and moves to stun A favourite song, Black No 1 The people...

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I posted a piece that 1943 characters to long for here. So, it's under short stories it's called: "New Year's and strip clubs" Here's a partial URL - you can't post a URL here (there are so many rules) www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/new_years_and_strip_clubs_11895...

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The grass alas is shorn like corn the dew eschews forlorn this morn the crowd avowed the ball and all then groans and moans clubs thrown are known. Embued and hued the words like swords wrong swing the sting bad lie too high the squeeze on knees in pleas? to seize the gold and hold glory story though droll their goal control cajole that ball to fall or roll in hole August 22,2022 For Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest FIRST PLACE TROPhy! POEM OF THE WEEK!...

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The ten of clubs, The card of snubs. And always passed on by. For if you care, To see it there, You groan a little sigh The value place, But not the face, Of kings and queens and jacks. Yet still outranked, And not as thanked, Just slipping through the cracks. A diamond shines. The heart confines, A game upon it’s own. The pointed spade, Much like a blade, Is feared when...

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Burning Books David J Walker There is burning on The next pages The flame rages in words Of fame and glowing embers Ancient runes forgotten phrases Members of book clubs Meet in brewpubs Tuesday afternoons Reading single letters out loud Before they disappear in Perfectly clear air Made of flames The scribe did nothing To hide the hidden meanings Before setting them afire...

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Here at Yale University we’re encouraged to attend these campus “get togethers” - to meet other students and broaden our circles. Some are about interesting subjects like politics or science and sometimes you get to meet famous people. Others are concerned with less interesting subjects - like the bewildering aspects of philosophy: “Would you kill baby...

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I left the car and on the ground I was surprised at what I found: A playing card, with folded crease And possibly, some tire grease. The Queen of Clubs was lying there; The other cards were who knows where. Did it slip out from in its deck? There really was no way to check. Or was it placed with some intent? If so,...

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Clubs. Diamonds Hearts. Spades Some are red, Some are black, Some are high, Some are low. If you are a bridge player, you know that some suits are better than others. My family of origin used to play bridge with a plastic cheater kind of card table cloth you could tie around the table, that told us how to play bridge step by step. We must...

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Thugs coming after me in packs, watching roadblocks as they stack. Two steps forward, one step back. Think they stopped me dead in my tracks. Got my reasons, I saw the bear trap, and that monkey on my shoulder, he's got my back. Thought I was so stupid you didn't have to cover your tracks,...

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What might have brightened sober days Is now a poison clearly seen Within the labyrinthine ways Of hearts and their fugacious queen. The king of clubs once owned my dreams And all the diamonds in the crown, But then long years and clever schemes Paid back the debt which trod me down. I did once play a game of spades Which...

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( HEART OF CLUBS ) The stress is tipping in and out of my mind. I'm starting to realize my life is just a waste of time. The only thing that's keeping me stable is the fact that your not unstable. Try and tell me what's next I'm just trying to relive my stress. Tell me...

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