Best Las Poems

On the streets of sin city, on the high roller's main drag,
Known as the Las Vegas Strip, a gentlemen phantom
Does stroll dressed in all black attire, striding forth with his golden Cain,
Flipping a silver chip into the air, and mocking at its power.
The devil's agent...

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Am Fuße der Berge
Versteckt sich ein enges Tal
Im Schatten der Gipfel

Annemonenblüten im frischen Gras
Erste zarte Boten des Frühlings

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At the foot of the mountains
Hides a narrow valley 
In the shadow of the summits

Flowers of anemones on  fresh tender grass 
The first messengers of spring

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A los...

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Our Las Vegas Wedding ( For My Love)

As our feet finally touch down on safe terra firma
Thoughts of our marriage could not be further
Jet lagged and weary
In a strange foreign land
From our port hole window
Bright lights...rock silhouette,
Darkness disguising its sand.
Overwhelmed and exhausted
Blackpool times a million...

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With an oxymoron for a title
It would seem my poem should be over
And in fact I guess it nearly is.
City built at Hell’s very door
Sell your future for a thrill ride
‘At least I know where I’m going,’
Some might say,
‘What could be more horrific than Paradise?’
‘Death...

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Oh ...

The flesh and families
          That bullets rend ...
     Much deeper wounds
               To souls, don't mend.

How can we...

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We went to Las Vegas for the very first time,
My husband, father in law, and I all partners in crime.
Each of us brought $500 to spend.
We hoped it would last through the week's end.

I was itching to try my hand at slots,
While they hit the...

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Designed for spending money,
It's devoid of any soul.
Gamble, smoke and guzzle,
For depravity's the goal.

Flash and glitz and dazzle,
Fancy stores with no one buying;
Mothers dragging babies late at night
In strollers, crying.

Eiffel Tower, Pyramid,
Volcano timed to quake;
Flower carousel and Brooklyn Bridge -
And all are fake.

Even the reality's
Designed...

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Las Vegas, big win. The coins are flying.
Casino is broke. Heart attacks. Someone's dying.
On Power Plant two teenagers were playing.
With buttons and wires, just pushing and cutting ;-D...

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LAS NAVES DE MEDERA (Wooden Ships)
They wanted ships. What they got
was wooden shells
not a farthing from the Crown
for these floating buckets.
Six thousand corks, hastily riveted 
into the keel planking, kept them afloat.
Nina. Santa Maria. Pinta.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained said Isabella.

Ah, muchacho, would she ever cash...

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McRaccoon had a plan to steal again… He would usurp all the theatrical arts.
No holding back, mind running high on ambition, he’d rule Vegas, from the start.
He would dominate Sigfrid and Roy, with only a plan and his illustrious, smarts.
But he needed our help… Did...

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Endless Indian summers were spent in his embrace,
the only time as a child that I remember feeling safe
though the danger lurked mere bottles away.
I have only seen the sea with a child's eyes, but
I remember the waves that hit the tawny Corpus sand
and washed over...

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Aus weiter Ferne
Ertönt der Ruf der Kraniche
Am späten Mittag

Über den Wiesen am Wald
Liegt noch milchig der Nebel

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From a far distance
Sounds the call of the cranes
Late at midday

Over the meadows near the woods
Still lingers the milky fog

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Suena de lejanía
El grito de las grúas
Por tarde mediodía

Sobre prados...

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Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Dance your Salsa
Dance your Merenque
Dance your history
Of conquest and survival
Las Boricuas Latinas bailan
Debajo de las Palmas
En sue colored brillantes
Against the clear white sand
In broad flowing skirts
Filled with freedom and life
Singing loud, Musica de mi
Proud people
Lifting up the sorrow soul
From depths of despair
Let...

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Walking about las ramblas at night you can see the desperation with a constant feeling of trepidation 
People that never got much of an education not one qualification
Prostitutes selling their body to feed a habit and pay for their accommodation as Dealers sell to addicts...

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Back in upstate New York
she was a girl with stars in her eyes
She hopped a freight out westward
And tried Vegas on for size

Off strip hotels, little shows
Young Delores danced with glee
She was working in Las Vegas
the home of Jubilee

"Do you have a minute folks?'
"Do you...

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