Best Las Vegas 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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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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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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My Poems

Are but only and unto me 

An inner source of both shuttling
and chastening my day dreams

My very own fantastical imagination 
galaxy and far off universe

Inside my head rallying me to discover
what may well just reside beyond the 
setting stellar sun or dark side of...

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Icy branches
Crack in rhythm
Snap, pop, pop.
Laughing limbs swing
Unawares.
Hate strikes.
Bodies 
Lie crumpled.
Eagles soar
Then dive.
Stiffened wings are
Vultures carrion.
Bodies lie
Trampled,
Insides torn outside....

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My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1)
(A Memorial Poem)
I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch
some days (Steve would get 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes).
It was fun to go with him (a 'lunch' more than three...

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Las Vegas, Pigeon’s Paradise!

At the Angel Park Golf and Country Club
The pigeons sported neck scarves
Of iridescent iris, white and blue
As they hoped with expectations
Around divots in the turf,
Now filled with sand and seed
By a golfer's hand
And side-eyed morsels with 
Tilting beaks in obvious delight
Seemingly in...

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L as Vegas, Nevada
M urderous rampage
N ut
O pportunist
P ersonally, we will never really know for the truth is hidden..  ...

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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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Las Vegas. We will have a blast! Have your husband get us tickets.
My husband got them, encouraged me greatly.
All was terrific.
Las Vegas never sleeps.

But we did.
With blinking lights, car horns, and a constant drone
Outside the windows.
So we barely slept.

We went to some shows.
The Beatles "love"...

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