Barfly Poems - Poems about Barfly

...He enters looking bedraggled, tired and worn out, his skin like Vellum, blank and pale. Lifting his eyes to catch their gaze he gives a slight nod to acknowledge their presence. He scans the room as ......

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...Blue grey, bleached white, Onyx indigo, blackened night, The same is felt, dark or bright, In shadows or winter’s harshest light. I find it buried even within my soul Shards of ice, shade......

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...This ain't a playdate And I am not 8 In fact I am near on pushing the grand old age of 55 And truth be told I have barely anything to show for all of those many year's Apart from a few......

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...There was an old barfly named Girty, Her body and breath filthy and dirty, She'd stink up the place With no shame on her face While she farted when feeling quite flirty.......

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...Nothing but have I upon this most of auspicious moment to give My total unreserved apologies and resignation Unto who whatsoever anybody tuning white noise out would surely listen But a......

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...I portrayed the knave of hearts again, A role it would seem I was made for. I ventured off script and silenced my critics By drinking them under the table. Classically trained in the tavern art......

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...If that’s a heartache you’re drinking Then to my way of thinking You shouldn’t drink it alone Mind if I sit with you, baby Between the buts and the maybes Go ahead an’ turn off your fone The ......

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... It’s time to flip the free calendar, loosen the rusty Christmas tree stand screws Battery’s low on the reindeer car, boost the spirits with some gift used snowshoes In these worn out......

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...Reel in son with one-liners Next to you sugar would taste like salt ......

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...~~~ Tis a gladness found in sadness mostly pleasure wince of pain From an odor round the barroom none the boys could e'er explain Like a billowed line of washin' after gentle fallen rain Tis ......

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...Scorned coquette perched so solemnly upon your death stool, claw deep the fresh flesh of victors bearing armfuls of decaying flowers stolen from your mother’s grave. A diverse parade - clairvoyants ......

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...Friends we are much more I yern for us to be. I take to silence cause its not him. That I was ever ment to to be. A barfly wasnt ever ment to see the light. I'll bury my emotions . So n......

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...Barfly Gallops~ sightless old Pauper Plops hugely......

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