Barstool Poems - Poems about Barstool

He’s a bandit on barstool a writer in possession, The recreation of life lived hating his self image A rocks on cause he just got his rocks off, That’s all he ever chases, A deserter of instincts, A man without his values His hurt inside is something that will grow, It’s his world unless...

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Considering himself quite the thing, He thought from his barstool to sing. But others thought not, The praise that he got Was less than a crow choir could bring. ...

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You left the bar stool aching; I could see it in your folded hands the hint of a wish to ask me to stay; Why didn’t you smile an invitation ? I could see it in your folded hands a night that was so captivating; Why didn’t you smile an invitation? Dimpled words and a biting lip; A...

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I see we are open again. It’s time to welcome old friends. The homely, the lonely, they who want only to have somewhere to place their rear ends. The people I bear are so glad. The stories I hear are not bad. Where I smell the beers and I taste the tears of the sad, and they who are driven mad. So...

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Barstool Imaginings A tingling of ice cube melancholy dissolving in the swirling bourbon accompanied the vision that he saw in the opaque distortion of the mirror. He dared not turn lest she notice his interest. She moved soundlessly, floating across the distance, impressing her presence upon the air. A sensual scorpion sting had stunned his sensibilities leaving him in a state of gaping...

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From my perch... Cooking Socializing Waiting Fun!Fun!Fun! From my perch ...

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She sat at the bar and watched him from her stool As he stared back at her with knowing and passion She had sipped from her drink with tiny red straw He saw her fine clothes were of the latest fashion With a nod of her head he knew what to then do He bought her a drink and had...

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