Arcade Poems - Poems about Arcade

Is how it all began our beautiful thing we both knew it was arcade concealing it the way we did and was we wrong for protecting the jukebox the many simple pleasures hidden treasures would create a certain hatred amongst many how could it not during the hustle bustle business meetings the dreariness that challenged...

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Saturday morning It's a beautiful day Walking towards my favorite hangout A local arcade Tons of video games to choose I find what I like A action-shoot I add somes coins in And off I go Shooting aliens left and right Gaining high score I haven't lost a life yet My score goes higher I have a audience They're all impress I've reach the final boss Time to get serious I'm sweating, I'm...

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The alternate reality Of a penny arcade.. Will it arise that All realities including What has been known As the true one..are all Alternate spinnings of Stories which in their Words and mapping Seem to claim their Grasp of imagination......

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At the arcade excitement waits With games galore for everyone An entire afternoon of fun Saucy hot dogs and ice cream plates Some new friendships and fun-filled dates Lots of fantastic prizes won at the arcade. The enjoyment never abates Like the shooting gallery gun, Oh, and the hot cinnamon bun Then, of course, I won paperweights at the arcade. Written October 12, 2022 [Rondine -...

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The flashing lights shine Like a bright doorway Shining orange and white and bright colours Inside are challenges making winners and losers alike, Driving with cars; shooting with guns, making sparkles and sounds that show how I am the gaming master here!...

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plain and simple character reflected by scientific effects fails to pick up from others perspective on the track of cliché patterns thoughts of negative formation cease the mind the ease the mind love to and fro a piece of wood is a path narrow to pioneers groups, of imagination drained brains enclosed within 4 walls the need to...

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Remember how the little triangle with its broken butt Would shoot out bright bullets and shatter the approaching rocks Into smaller pieces with a glorious sound And how we boosted across the screen with a little rocket blast And how it kept on moving turn around reverse thrust stop Little flying saucer would appear and spray dots at us But we...

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Place your coins in the machine And watch the puppets dance Or carousel go 'round and 'round, The ponies all a'prance. The fortune teller makes her guess; The baseball players swat. The circus comes to life For just a quarter in the slot. The old arcade is still alive On San Francisco pier, So naturally, we did indulge As long as we were here. But I got...

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The Penny Arcade Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were you could go to have some fun, these places were run very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these amusement parlours you would find an endless array of fun things to play, like fortune teller machines, scales...

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It was a different era, a different time No hills too big for us to climb We fit into the roles we played And spent our summers in the penny arcade The smell of popcorn all buttered up Soda in a waxed paper cup Skeet ball cost a nickel a game Summers will never be the same We saved the tickets to earn...

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