Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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The Party

The Party


Everyone is festive
All the ladies in pretty dresses

Champagne in flutes
Flirts in Armani suits

Waiters and penguins
Serving wine and cheeses

Musicians playing tango delights
Diplomats avoiding land mines and devastated sites

I toast them, one and all
Vodka and Russians can not dance

I can drink you all, under and over
Tossing empty bottles over me shoulder

Pretty ladies and purple purses
Drunken observations as the poet muses

Who would bed me now?
So drunk and wise with broken fuses

No one, can see the poetic disguise
Of the lonely man seeking only lies

The tenderness of the Spanish kiss
Hold me, dear dream, caress me inside

The floor is full of empty plates
The party is over, so it seems is my fate

I fall asleep under a street lit lamp
The richest of bums in an old cul du sac

If only before that fateful day
I could suckle upon the breast once more

We are all infants no matter the shore
Love should never have parted out that door


Sanity was broken and tossed away like lore
I mumbled the petty desires of the broken man

I tore out my heart, bloody and beating in my hands
Laid it bare upon the sands

Coupled with crabs
The universe re-created

Eaten raw, love was consumed
New beasts shall roam

Sunken eyes and empty chest
I, am the one who is no more

Tall tails and party hats
The forgotten are never fancy cats

Until one day you meet the maker
Of your story, cooked by the baker

Ovens shall burn and choirs sing
The devil you see, had the last ring

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Robert Lindley May 1, 2016 at 10:16 PM You have surpassed even your own great creativity with this jewel my friend. So many glowing and intensely deep and dark verses. Highest level poetry my immensely talented friend..A7, A FAV .. Arthur Vaso May 6, 2016 at 5:06 PM Thank you so much Robert!!!

Keith Bickerstaffe April 9, 2016 at 11:02 PM Superb Arthur... I love you sense of the bizarre ~ kinda like my own. Wickedly enjoyable! Best wishes my friend. Keith Arthur Vaso April 9, 2016 at 11:07 PM Keith, you are an inspiration to me! I hope you know that by now!

Cherl Dunn April 8, 2016 at 3:50 PM Dear Arthur Excellent write my fellow poet, hey I wanted to let you know I won't be on for awhile I've got to have surgery, on the 14, my heart is broken so they have to triple bypass it to fix it. But I have a great do and they say it will like having a whole new heart in the end, wish me luck my friend, cheri Arthur Vaso April 8, 2016 at 11:18 PM oh my I hope you will be ok cherl, I will pray all goes well for you! 1000 Hugs!!

Lewis Raynes April 7, 2016 at 12:14 AM Great write Arthur, I enjoyed this. Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 10:14 PM Thank you so much Lewis!

Connie Marcum Wong April 5, 2016 at 12:01 PM Mr. Poe came to mind while reading this. Dark and deep yet colorful with imagery. Brilliant write Arthur! ; ) Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 10:14 PM Anytime anyone says that makes me smile, as he was my first poetic inspiration!

Nette Onclaud April 5, 2016 at 11:18 AM lifestyle of the bored and pretentious?... awesome imagery, arthur!..huggs Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 10:13 PM Thank you, was a lot going on there, I think! Even I haven't figured it all out! :)

Jan Allison April 3, 2016 at 12:34 PM I love this on so many levels Arthur Brilliant vivid description and rhyme - I laughed at the penguins couplet - such a fabulous image.. then the poem turned and became deep and dark - fabulous poem my friend:-) hugs Jan xx 7 Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 10:12 PM Thanks Jan as you can see I am way behind here at soup!

Andrea Dietrich April 3, 2016 at 12:21 PM oh my another dark one, reminiscent of Hotel California. I loved some of the unusual images in this, Arthur. Also it made me think of the bombing in Paris for some reason! SEVEN Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 10:11 PM Not EIGHT? :) Hugs

Tim Smith April 3, 2016 at 8:37 AM I think you just have to find the right party. The devil is always asking us to dance when the fat lady sings but we can just turn the page. True poetry ripe with hidden messages. Arthur Vaso April 8, 2016 at 11:17 PM Where is this party with the fat lady?

Casarah Nance April 3, 2016 at 7:56 AM Wow- "I fall asleep under a street lit lamp The richest of bums in an old cul du sac" " Sanity was broken and tossed away like lore I mumbled the petty desires of the broken man" I love your descriptions! x Arthur Vaso April 8, 2016 at 11:16 PM Thank you Cas, I am honored!!

Caroline Cécile Delacroix April 3, 2016 at 1:16 AM Great descriptions, wording, imagery and rhyming. You were able to portray well that whole atmosphere of the party and what ensues after when it is over all the way down to post partum so to speak. Well done! Arthur Vaso April 8, 2016 at 11:02 PM Thank you so very much!!