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 of deception is he, retaining a list of names
To collect upon, this gentlemen bandit of the forsaken.
He is here on the dark master’s behalf, ready to claim on
The I.O.U's signed by the greedy, and innocence fallen.
Quietly, moving amongst the crowded venues, he waits
Until his lord calls the name of the unlucky, to be reposed.
Dance do the neon lights, flashing towards pleasure dens of iniquity,
As ladies whom belong unto the night itself, offer their
Tokens of favor, for a working man's paycheck.
Black jacks twenty-one, cut those cards, and pass them out
The first timers dumb luck, will deliver him unto evil,
On this walkers dead man's list tonight.
Against the loaded dice, no soul is left unsanctified,
On the sacred green velvet altar, the wheel of fortune
Spins out of control, then hitting the baccarat tables
Wooden wall, someone screams snake eyes.
Then all is lost, faded are the dreams of illusion, melting away
Into the harsh desert soil, along the road side leading to sin city.
Beneath the arid sandy duns, lies the grave yard
Of the unknown unidentified, a missing persons
Smorgasbord of the rich and infamous, lying right
Beside, the unreported poor man corpse.
This is the Grim Reapers play ground, taunting
And tormenting, those begging for redemptions
Last chance to gain a reprieves pardon.
But when tapped by his golden cain of death,
Your life's essence has wagered it's last bet,
To the winner goes the spoils, and now you
Belong unto the devil.
People say what happens in Vegas stays
There, and rightly so will he agree, with his blackened
Heart and soul, for after all is this not
The capital of hell on earth, known as
Sin City, Las Vegas, Nevada.
The populations of the undead just added
Another’s names tally and the gentlemen
Dressed all in black, is sent a wandering
Again amongst the crowed streets, to claim
Another victim in the dark master’s wrath of
Vengeance.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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 is the feeling i get
As we step into the terminal,
From our large jumbo jet.
First sound we hear is the jingles of fruit machines
Welcoming you to Vegas
Its not all that it seems!
Just a teaser...a taster...a hint if you will
A fantasy land to the tourists,
A slave to the dollar bill
My comparisons to a large Blackpool
Could not be further from the truth
As we stand dumbfounded and wowed by its majestic proof!
The reason for our visit is our imminent marriage
As we wait nervously for our luxury carriage
Wee Kirk of the Heather Chapel is our quaint destination,
Chosen for Scottish links
To be the venue of our elation!
My mind is awash with mistakes i may make
A dropped ring or a kiss the wrong way
My bride smiles and reassures me....she feels the same way!
Standing at the altar..as chapel door opens
My beautiful bride in blue appears
My heart starts to race as i choke back a tear
Soon we unite at the head of the alter
Its now that i realise this is natural
Im calm, i will not falter!
Preliminary vows are read by the Minister
Uniting our vows
To pronounce us Mrs and Mr
Our evident relief
As we walk from the chapel
Hand in hand to the flash of the camera
We kiss on the boulevard to start a new chapter in our life
So here's to our future,
And did i mention....My beautiful wife!
Copyright
S Rose
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 on a cross, proof of God’s love?’
‘Maybe my dad wasn’t that bad?’
‘I could run away from him!’
God’s Love Equals Martyrdom,
That should sell like hot cakes!
Safe in Las Vegas, how is that again?
What might it be you really are safe from?
Earthquakes seem likely, knees are knocking
Disasters on steroids temporarily on pause.
Losers spend money like water,
But Las Vegas itself has none
Aquifers parched as the desert above.
Dollars pass for toilet paper in this town
Time is such a sad story here
Like life itself having no value,
Wheels always spinning their lies
Really you still feel safe here?
Plastic is the only way to know I AM.
Brian Johnston
June 6, 2015
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 tables like a couple of hot shots.
My plan was to keep any winnings I won,
And if I lost, I would be done.
We had a grand old time for that week,
Hoping we would hit a lucky streak.
We went to Hoover Dam, casinos, and shows.
Sin City was an exciting place that never closed.
So far my luck on the slots was pretty good,
But nothing earth-shattering like I thought it would.
Not feeling well, one day I stayed behind in our suite,
While they went to a Holyfield fight, a real treat.
Later I decided to go downstairs to get a snack,
And saw a slot machine calling me, “Please come back.”
So I sat down at this double diamond slot to play,
When all hell broke loose, with money hitting the tray.
I had hit the lucky seven double diamonds.
With only two coins, it was auspicious timing.
My eyes were as big as saucers in shock.
My heart was beating loudly, as people gathered to gawk.
The ringing was deafening in my ears,
As I waited for the management to pay me amidst cheers.
My jackpot was $3200 after Uncle Sam’s portion.
I headed back to my room after the stupendous commotion.
I spread the hundred dollar bills all over the bed in anticipation
To see my family’s reaction upon return, and their exclamation.
When Dave and Frank walked into the room, they stopped in flabbergast.
The sight of the money on the bed almost gave them a heart attack.
It was as much fun seeing their shocked expressions,
As it was hitting the lucky sevens in succession.
“I thought you were sick,” my husband said in shock.
I replied, ”Well I had to get something to eat, and I played a slot.”
The rest of the trip I still won a few more bucks.
Even at the airport I won $200 with unexplainable luck.
Dave and Frank played hard, but were going home bust.
But I was going home a winner, which satisfied my wanderlust!
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 to blow your mind -
Fountains and flamingos,
Tanks with fish of every kind.
Once a lifetime's quite enough
To take in all the hype.
A million cities beckon -
All, I'm certain, more my type.
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
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 we dare help out? Or would he break our hearts?
When we heard the plan… We cheered him on…He really was so very amazing!
Riding high on a dream… He could win with his scheme, and the right connections.
So GrandFather Troll, made a quick call… to Norway… and all of his relations!
After a time, deals were struck; contracts were signed…yes, for use of their dragons!
Now, backers were found, financing his show, with first pick on the strip, as a bonus.
We couldn’t believe, what we were about to see, Dragons were coming to Vegas!
For a year and a day, he’d have his own way, but, naturally, we’d monitor his boldness.
After all, they had to get here, without incident, so preparations had to be flawless!
Publicity well known, and security in place, MCRac rode into Vegas on the dragons.
He and the Trolls set the dragons down, amid applause, and yes, jets circling above us.
The President, allowed nothing less, to protect his people, he admitted to being cautious.
Instead of danger, found… the dragons allowed everyone to touch them, in celebration.
The Trolls were there, to make sure everything went well, as Hollywood bowed asunder.
And McRac, signed autographs, with a shortened new name more befitting, his grandeur.
Finally, everyone won, McRac was set for years, and our worries, had been unfounded.
The dragons, you know, are now publicity hogs, and frolicking, so don’t miss the shows.
Our actor Trolls, who flew in with McRac, are the hit of the strip, in their very own show.
And guess who’s got the best seats in both the theatres?
To Sigfrid and Roy: your show must go on. But, if you can’t beat us… come… join us!
And to all else, I’ll be home, at Troll Lake… as will the rest… sooner or later.
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 the moon
Because I would far rather be alone and
searching for something more significant
other than this out there than here
Than awaken again tomorrow with a
sore neck from staring up at a sky full
of shooting stars
Constantly wishing and waiting for the quickening crash of thunder and lightning
to strike
And with such levity and brevity of
clarified thought and sadly devoid of
any means of leaving this world's earths atmosphere behind
I instead have no other option left but
to try and imagine it's splendor in my
mind's eye
And even if I was to take this journey
on my own alone with not another
single soul or anyone to tell
How would that be any different
but rather so much better than being
surrounded by people but nobody
willing to listen
I think at least much like the 1st Apollo
crew taking 1 small step for mankind
who returned
I would rather happily live out the rest
of my life as a Giant
Jettisoned as a castaway just me myself
and Wilson
Gazing out a porthole both utterly bemused
and blown away taking in an ever increasing
impressive interplanetary firework display
Thankful for the fact this ethereal majesty
has thus far been spared from humankind
Otherwise this would probably by now
have been turned into a ride on an
amusement park complete with hotel
casino fast food chains and shopping mall
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.
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 agreement
That heaven had dropped
Here.
Pigeon’s paradise!
At the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino
The people sported lewd t-shirts
Of sexual slangs or comic twangs
As they hoped and smoked with expectations
That gurgled and beeped
As neon lights flashed numbers,
Slots filled with flashing icons
By a tycoon’s hand
Yanked and cranked handles
Seemingly in agreement
That heaven had to drop
Here.
People’s price!
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" show was awesome.
David Copperfield's magic show still has me amazed.
I let out a scream from hell when he appeared in front of me
Several hundred feet from the stage where he just disappeared.
I had blisters on my feet by hour two.
By day two I was running around Vegas in slippers
Because my feet were too swollen to wear shoes.
I was limping and leaning on my friend, miserable.
We were up early. No one else seemed to be.
We saw people sleeping on the sidewalk.
One or two had their butt cracks in the air.
I would have covered them but there are no blankets.
Vegas is a place you need to see,
But I would not recommend going there more than once.
The food is inexpensive, but the buffets cost more than a limo ride.
The people are accomodating, but full of bad directions.
We got too silly at gambling machines, and ended up leaving our shared
Cup of quarters in a casino. Driving there was treacherous and awful.
Last vacation with a friend I had traveled with yearly up until
This trip. Vegas - a trip of firsts and a trip of lasts.
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P ersonally, we will never really know for the truth is hidden..
Las Vegas, Las Vegas city of light,
Las Vegas Las Vegas,you shine so bright.
Las Vegas, Las Vegas city of light,
Las Vegas, Las Vegas you might witness a strip fight.
Las Vegas, Las Vegas city of light,
Las Vegas, Las Vegas,your a place of beauty in ones sight.
Las Vegas, Las Vegas city of light,
Las vegas,Las Vegas win or loss you might.
Las Vegas, Las Vegas, city of light,
Las Vegas, Las Vegas It is a pleasure to see you lit up at night!!!!!
Lets just leave this lightning city tonight
Run away from everything and leave it behind
We could run to the ocean out of their sight
The time of our lives is what we would find
Because baby i cant keep pretending
Its my whole heart that im lending
Messages of eternal love is what im sending
To my sensitive feelings im tending
Las vegas isnt where my heart stays
We must find the world's borders
Next to yours is where my head lays
We shall never have to take orders
And when your sick of me ill change
I could become a punk
Or suddnely be into funk
If you want weird i could be strange
We could tell eachother fictitious stories
And laugh about how sick our imaginations are
This relationship is like the richest of quarries
Toegether we shine like the brightest star
So lets get out of this city of lights
Lets leave and make new friends
We could do it we have rights
And be together until this life ends
Las Vegas 1967
Harrah’s, free drinks
Circus Circus, bring the kids
Frontier, win a Chevy
Golden Nugget, best slots
Flamingo Capri, Elvis impersonator
Caesar’s Palace, world’s best buffet
Tropicana, win big
Sahara, all day breakfast
Dunes, best shrimp cocktail thirty cents
Golden Nugget, live girls
I would certainly hope so.