Best Lounge Poems
Within my psychedelic psychosis divided by hell’s malignant mitosis,
Navigated by narcotized neurosis absorption through opiate osmosis…
Within my lunatic leverage of will, I needed to miraculously madly mill,
The negligent neurons of my ill amidst a faltering fragment of my spill.
My eyes that bear the bevel upon derelict distortions of a devious devil,
Laboring the leprous level of the seismic seizures that I neatly nestle…
In the abyss of my lacrimal laugh, I stand segmental with my satirical staff,
Decorative deceptions on my behalf as I stare at the world a genuine gaffe.
No real resolution to ponder for the quicksand of mind quivers yonder,
A sinkhole of a weeping wander amongst sacrifices of a slaving squander…
Thus in my sanctimonious seclusion within my catacombs of confusion,
The universe disperses diffusion along with programmatic parallel illusion.
June.06.2019
Eight Word Challenge
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Placed 5'th...Thank You
I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire
and T.S. Eliot and the demise
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter of 1966.
We thought the world was about
to tip, that the old regime
was coughing its last
on Craven A and Camel cigarettes.
Booze was cheap and jobs
chased us down the street.
In a hundred buried silos,
annihilation was just a push
of a button away.
We partied hard beneath
the threat of that mushroom cloud.
We're old now, sit under the cloud
of our own thoughts, replaying
scratchy, worn out tracks
retrieved from the sleeves
of our neural LP's.
What we tore down back then
has been replaced with more
sinister demons that eat away
at the collective soul.
In the end, everything
is just reabsorbed.
Some of us still frequent
coffee shops and discuss
Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot,
still write poetry,
shed a tear
at the melancholic beauty
of a setting sun.
Who is seeing off whom,
In home,hospital or Hell,
Visiting you in your sick room,
Knowing you won't get well?
In that space 'twixt life and death
You linger,time running out of sand,
All words mere empty breath
In what is no man's land.
Tears choked back(signs of guilt?)
A brave face essays a brave word
Like a house on sand built,
The emptiness of the absurd.
Time to go will soon be here.
Faith alone makes life endure.
When the loss is of one so dear,
Of that,who can really be sure?
Requiescat in pace.
Amor vincit omnia
Et omnes mors.
Serendipitous
Mish-mash of beats: coffee beans
Grind to Creole speak.
lounge
two chairs
side by side
both are are empty
waiting
Limerick : Once a Veep in a V.I.P. Lounge
Once a Veep in a V.I.P. Lounge
Laid low till Mary Lynn took the plunge
Then put on airs of Chief
Whipped her in the mischief
Till the Chief threw in the bloodied sponge.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Of course this wouldn't be your average or even upscale place
This would give you a memory that you could never replace
Its "The "Luminescent Lounge" wear your shades !
Guaranteed to be a place that will never fade!
Everything is brilliant neon
From the food to the tables you eat on
The menu consists of platters, yellow, green, blue or pink
The food is very different and plays tricks on your instincts
Obviously all the food is neon too
And eating it is a challenge to do
Have you ever eaten a neon green potato ?
How about bright pink chicken Alfredo ?
Pink Floyd and black lights
Guaranteed to be an extraordinary night !
September 5, 2016
he ate all the godfish
sushi and became divine.
lucid celestrial phophorus relecting
off of rigid tables....
wondering..
temperal halos..
incandecent filaments...
Would they outlast him?
halogen vapor..
cerebral globe.
a slim shadow figure
burns into the corner.
In here, the coolness
is other-worldly.
On the conveyors, the passengers
seem to float towards their destination.
Down on the tarmac, a plane's wing
welcomes in more passengers
departing, walking from the shuttle bus,
their feet unseen in the rising evening fog.
From somewhere
trails a haunting nocturne
as a disembodied voice calls out
to milling throng to follow dociley
as lambs.
Some stay a little longer,
to indulge in tote-home vanities:
XO, Dunhill, Toblerone, Joop. . . .
The list is long,
as are the queues
to gates, some moving
the other way, a lot with luggage
bowed, a few with only gate cards
and their tickets sticking out
from jackets' pockets
like brazen tongues.
Some read the monitors
with vapid faces, others doze,
babies whimper,
many take a last bite
at "The Wonders of the World."
Again, the disembodied voice
seems to intone:
"In my Father's house
there are many mansions."
The angels of cleanliness
sweep the leavings
from the tomb-cold floor.
Good MORNING CITIZENS
Welcome to the employment lounge
Have a pleasant day.
Step up state your claim
Please speak clearly
Move to the side
Step up state your claim
WHAT'S YOUR FAME?
Step up state your claim
What's your FLAME?
CHECK YOUR FLICKER?
YOU'RE in the GAME.
GOod morning Ms. Let me
Have your slip.
What's Your VARIATION
Difference in OCCUPATION?
Off to the right against the
Wall, we have COFFEE
and other refreshments
For Your enjoyment.
Now, let's be PEACEFUL
and continue on.
Number 77
Hello state your CLAIM
What's your NAME?
How's Your pain?
Please be patient.
At the end of the middle aisle
There'll be a woman there with a smile.
She has pain meds for you.
The CLERK tells security she's
COOL let her through.
ATTENTION. ATTENTION.
THE UNEMPLOYMENT LOUNGE Will
Be closing in 10 minutes.
For those who must return
TOMORROW please do so at
11a.m. NOW PLEASE BE
PEACEFUL and step to the EXIT.
YOUR COOPERATION IS GREATLY
APPRECIATED.
ENJOY YOUR DAY!
LOUNGE ACT
Lounge act
She knew his needs
Life’s passions unfulfilled
Her body held the secret keys
Unlocking pent up ardour and delight
Yielding to uncompromising
Erotic seduction
Satiated in
Lounge Act
© Kim van Breda- October 2014
***This, the sequel to my "Cocktail Lounge Debut".. A better understanding will come if
the first poem is read....
Details flood, organized his
mind.
Cocky, overconfidence looms.
He is the feature poet
tonight.
Famed now, the crowd
roars.
A vacation from all their daily
chores.
Three stories to read
ReAdY..
Steady, no trembling, he's
ready.
His name "Asavvy1"
Called over-head,
cheering, applauding, inspiringly
led.
Feeding off his words,
He feeds off their silence.
He knows they feel him,
they love his diligence.
Jared Pickett
10/14/09
Asavvy1
AN UNFORGETTABLE EVE WHEN THE WIND OPTED TO BLOW
SNOW
Saturday sought Snow and became a shawl for the entire northeast
but for me it was heaven sent
The lights from the lounge reflected off the white wide world
And the evening’s festivities were akin to feathers blessed by flight
It was the final tune of that night so right
And then she mystically appeared,
that evening’s gift to me
But no, ’twas music and dance no more for us that eve or evermore
For the band was on their symphonic way
And I did not inquire as to how I could touch her once again
So you see,
As seasons do disparate deeds April slay the snow………………
And as the ice and snow had done
sorrowfully she was gone
Hours devoured days since I’d held her hand to dance
Alas when dreamed did I of her
By what name wouldst she be summoned forth
Thusly I gave her many names
All mellifluent
All melodic
All floral
All names that claimed a soul serene
Each day I’d wonder why I lost that which would sustain me alone
No food, no drink, but ever do not wrench us two apart
I knew not the trail to her abode,
on a street blessed by her presence
No way to see that sight of light and brightness for me to behold
The next week I was calling Saturday sadder day
Yet and still a friend coaxed me into going where I had found the first sight of a
lady who was the embodiment of love made mystic by the music’s end
Never to be continued
Someone opened the door to the lounge
And the band was playing some kind of classical composition mixed with jazz
My eyes scanned the room that she might as I had, come there
but for to meet me
And yes, there she was, and smiled sensually as she drew near
We both agreed that week had been a master with no heart
And still, for years we’ve danced to music that gave our love its most romantic
start © 2011.…Phreepoetree
There’s a gap in the lounge curtains
I can see it in the corner of my eye
I’ve been trying to ignore it, but
I can’t no matter how hard I try.
It’s knowing that I know it’s there
That’s really bugging me
I ought to get up and close it, ‘cause
I can’t concentrate on the TV.
There’s a gap in the lounge curtains
And it’s getting wider I would swear
Well, it certainly appears to be
From where I’m sitting in my chair.
I know it sounds ridiculous
I’m probably imagining it, I know
But the feeling that gap is widening
Simply will not go.
There’s a gap in the lounge curtains
I can see a wedge of dark sky
I can also see a sliver of moon
And moths as they fly by.
I suppose it could be interesting
If I were that way inclined
But the wonders of the sky at night
Is the last thing on my mind.
There’s a gap in the lounge curtains
And it’s getting on my nerves
I really must move myself and sort it out
That’s all that it deserves.
But, I’m comfortable and I’m cosy
Watching the TV
But that bloody gap in the curtains
Is really bugging me!
There’s a gap in the lounge curtains
How it got there I don’t know
It doesn’t matter anyway
That gap has got to go.
It’s dominating everything,
Taking over my mind.
Tomorrow I’m taking the curtains down
And putting up a roller blind!
She is a personality too few people know.
I see her each night behind her white grand piano.
Her sweet singing voice fills the air.
People drink in the lounge, but do not seem to care.
This woman looks as attractive as the way she sings.
She dresses in a silk gown with sparkling earrings.
Playing with great dexterity and singing like a lark,
she renders her beautiful version of “Piano in the Dark”.
Despite the wonderful voice and talent she owns,
this entertainer ranks among the multitude of unknowns.