Debbie Duncan Poet Blank verse

Sin City

Sin City is where I long to be.
With all, it's frivolous activity.
Vegas is the place to be!  

The wild excitement in the air 
I know the hot scorching sun is a bear.
But still, there's excitement everywhere.

Back down the alleyways. 
Truly lies hidden mysteries 
Backstreet lovers'

Or even worse.
Someone's taken it.
And left you uncovered.

But apart from the ally-ways
And the pimps and drug dealers.
The worn-out and left behind hopeless.

Sin City is where I long to be.
With all, its bright lights 
Vegas is the place to be.

   





10;30pm  5/ 27/ 2014

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Joseph C Ogbonna April 17, 2017 at 2:53 AM This is an accurate description of Las Vegas. I have never been there before, but I know this much about it because much of the world has been made known to us through the social media and the advent of technology. Not ideal though for the ascetic. Lol

Hannington Mumo November 29, 2015 at 12:51 AM This is a well-composed poem about the world-famous Sin City~7.

Matthew Anish August 27, 2015 at 7:20 PM I have never been there. I have been to Atlantic City but I am sure Vegas is better. Intriguing poem! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

James Fraser August 26, 2015 at 2:08 PM Not that I've been to Vegas, but from people I've known to have visited, you've hit the nail on the head. Nice one Debbie, hugs~~James :)

Don Johnson August 25, 2015 at 6:51 PM VEGAS the soft underbelly you painted it well, and brought out the sorry, and almost the smell, where the pimps n the drug dealers, glide, with some only there 4 the ride, as the waves of emotion, do tell, and others held by the spell, have their cash on the, ultimate, SLIDE

Anne-Lise Andresen August 19, 2015 at 4:29 AM - Too much noise in big cities ..... I want to hear the birds singing - A great poem, dear Debbie - Best wishes to you :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Phyllis Babcock August 16, 2015 at 8:18 PM Do love to go to Vegas but not fond of some aspects of this city. Nicely written. love phyl

Richard Lamoureux August 14, 2015 at 9:05 AM I am not much of a gambler but we have enjoyed seeing the many cool buildings on the strip and down town. We also like the live shows and the shopping, not to mention the food. For us 3 or four days and we're good for another few years. We haven't experienced the seedier side but there are lots of invitations.

Andrea Dietrich August 12, 2015 at 8:30 PM I'll be waiting for that new poem. Let me KNOW!

Duke Beaufort August 12, 2015 at 7:54 PM And, I have been there once or twice. It is the most strange place. There is a sex trade going on and also stuff for the family. I wouldn't bother to go again. Perhaps for a desert tour, however. The gambling doesn't do anything for me, and neither does the sex industry. Hey--do me a favor and check out Bernie Sanders!!!

Duke Beaufort August 12, 2015 at 7:50 PM In your own way, you manage to establish the dual nature of this place. So I just smile and applaud! Yay! You have something very special going on inside that kind and sweet head of yours! So, you have given me something to ponder.

The Situation August 12, 2015 at 6:53 PM That's where4 my mom is visiting this week. Maybe you can show here a good time. But keep her away from the areas described in this poem.

Robert Johnson August 12, 2015 at 11:13 AM Surrendering to unforeseen. Sometimes nice, sometimes mean. A gambler knows the ups and downs. The lucky winners and the desperate clowns.

James Peranteau August 12, 2015 at 9:49 AM Hello dear poet...TY for the comment on winter's jacket....ya knows, this is how I always pictured in mine dome; Sodom and Gomorrah, excluding the lights! Have a wonderful day...much love, james

Constance La France August 12, 2015 at 9:40 AM Debbie, in every city there is the bright and the dark but the wild excitement of big cities can be a lure for some , for me rocking in grandma's old rocker is where I want to be, thanks for visiting

Paul Callus August 12, 2015 at 8:59 AM Hi Debbie! I've heard a lot about Las Vegas (apart from Elvis's song!) where people are supposed to have the time of their life. ~ Enjoyed your poem; you tempt me to visit Sin City one day! // paul

Tim Ryerson August 12, 2015 at 6:22 AM Debbie - I have never had the pleasure of sinning in Sin City but I HAVE been to Reno several times...You have captured the bright AND the dark side of Vegas...I can feel the 'wild excitement' in your words - Tim

Andrea Dietrich August 12, 2015 at 1:11 AM IT sounds like you have visited a few times at least! I really have not spent much time there except to drive through and stop at one gambling place once. My husband is a big fuddy duddy and does not like to have fun, so I doubt I can ever enjoy Vegas unless one day I can round up my sisters. And to think, it's only a 5 hour drive away!! (maybe six) I liked seeing this poem tonight