Debbie Guzzi Poet Rhyme

What's White Got To Do With It

Black-blue and purple-gray, barred from florescent in amber we play
scratched across vinyl, we sway, arguments in amber we play.

Hopped up on booze, blow, and the down beats blare where we grind
the twenty-first centuries bruised gene pool is content in amber we play.

Fused in secretions, saps, drink thrust and dine whoring for more
like the short lived denizens of earlier times in amber we play. 

Alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway
selling their innocence as if it were blight
oh the pretense of love, found, lost or betrayed.

Drunken dancers grope for holds, bleary eyed strays
tasting the bitter fruit bone weary of fright
alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway.

The disc jockey's spinning tunes stage dive, surf the floor
in the jaundiced light of bars where love's betrayed in amber we play.

Whites blown and blood shot, cigarette smoke a thick haze
jaundiced death walks to the bass beat as in amber we play.




SONG: Whiter Shade of Pale

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Ravindra K Kapoor March 6, 2014 at 9:13 PM Outstandingly beautiful with the fragrance of changing time period and era. In your sweet little Poem words are speaking a musical language, which enchant the reader. Great write from your skilled pen my friend. Love and best wishes always...Ravindra K Kapoor

Lucilla Carrillo March 1, 2014 at 1:29 PM This is a great write with a great message. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

Cherl Dunn February 23, 2014 at 11:09 PM A tough vision of reality, a wake up call to those whom may need such a truthful view from their glass houses, this may be the rock thrown through it causing it to shatter in a million pieces, thanks for the reality check, but i've seen all of this with my own eyes, but it may help others lady. cheri

Scott Thirtyseven February 23, 2014 at 3:19 PM Reading the description for Ghazal, was like my forays into the Thai alphabet- a jumble of stuff in not only a foreign language, but also a foreign thought pattern. Your poem reads so effortlessly that I would not have thought about its construction without your suggestion. So thanks for a great read, and a lesson in forms.

David Williams February 23, 2014 at 12:56 PM Debbie a wonderful take on a great song....David

Funom Makama February 23, 2014 at 5:10 AM Your words of new grain stock prepared and processed like well spiced pork with each line presenting a readily available fork to consume a wonderful meal is a simple description of your work full of creativity and intelligence.

Jared Pickett February 22, 2014 at 11:33 PM Wow!! This one should rate pretty high! I like the tone and the refrain. NICE!!Asavvy1