Best Nightclubs Poems
Disco dreams and disco balls
Big city,bright lights
Pub crawls and bar fights.
Mini frocks and hair dyes
Made up faces
Mascara filled eyes.
Vodka martinis and champagne
Bus trips and black cabs
Standing in the rain.
Nightclubs and deejays
Entry stamps on wrists
And tattooed fists.
Late nights and hangovers
Fast cars and kebabs
White wine spritzers
And mishaps.
One night stands and live bands
Autographs and queues
Sing-a-longs and sad songs
And over packed loos.
One line gags and handbags
Glitter and sparkling eyes
Cigarettes and suffragettes
Gossip and lies.
Brawls,another one falls
Drunks and punks
Frilly skirts and love hurts
And late rides.
Secret kisses and front row seats
Cinema aisles
Red lipped smiles
Beauties and beasts.
Flashy cars and night time stars
Takeaways and glad rags
Silly jokes and whiskey cokes
Dreams and high hopes.
Nights out and walkabouts
Cheap thrills and teenage wonder
Hitch hikes and motorbikes
Delinquent lightning and thunder.
You work and work for years and years. You're always on the go.
You never take a minute off, you're too busy makin' dough.
Some day, you say, you'll have your fun when you're a millionaire.
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Your heart of hearts, your dream of dreams your ravishing brunette
has left you now and she's become somebody else's pet.
Lay down that gun, don't try my friend to reach the great beyond.
You'll have more fun by reaching for a red-head or a blonde,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You love somebody very much, you'd like to set the date,
but money doesn't grow on trees so you decide to wait.
You're so afraid that you will bite off more than you can chew.
Don't be afraid, you won't have teeth when you reach ninety two,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
You never visit nightclubs so you never get a dance.
You don't have time for silly things like moonlight and romance.
You only think of dollar bills tied neatly in a stack,
but when you kiss a dollar bill it doesn't kiss you back,
so enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy yourself while you're still in the pink.
The years go by as quickly as you wink,
so enjoy, enjoy, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy Yourself! It's later than you think.
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Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined in house arrest
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen are having a fields day
roaming upon roads, crossing the streets.
Reclaiming the once jungle lands,
that had been turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing
in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution,
nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure
Animals were shut in cages
and now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control, like they
are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator
who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
"I suddenly realised that coincidence is a word we use when we are ignorant of the real causes." - Albert Salvadó
(I was impressed by the news story in which Kuwait had sent a special plane to Italy to specially evacuate their nationals from there when Italy was heavily stricken with the corona virus)
Five days of steady rain. A hurricane approaches the city. The streets are flooding but the wildlife is thriving. Every person wears a raincoat or carries an umbrella. Indoors is cozy. Movie theaters are crowded in the early afternoon. We who live alone are more isolated; those who live together are more aggravated. The heavens are having a fine time belting it out.
A fly is swept from a windowpane in early August but men's machines are almost oblivious to the storm. Except the wires in Mr. Glyckman's Volvo are wet. People's dreams begin to take place in the water. When they awake their thoughts are floating in the puddle of night.
Raindrops slap the leaves and splash the ground. Travel is not advised, wherever you are it seems like home. Next month dirt on the shingles of the house will remind the painter of the great rain. Even the rain no longer makes an impression on the earth, only a ripple in the rain. If there are mountains or the sea they seem more like brother and sister than father and mother these days. Summer feels like winter.
Children are less visible and mothers are women who were once girls. Nightclubs are full and the listeners listen more seriously. Music continues but the rain muse has her say. Lovers are less joyous and more happy. The full moon's influence is muted by clouds, the blood between people is thicker. The Himalayas come to the Rockies and the Rockies reach for the Alps. The imagination comes to the market.
The roads leading down to the river are empty and wet and the bright painted houses along them are quiet. A dog and a cat under a porch patient and unperturbed. A love-gnarled man with a brown beard and walking stick walks in the middle of the street. If a curtain moves, a woman wonders how many days he's been out in the rain like a child. But only the water winding back to the sea, a mad naked saint at the Last Judgement, welcomes him home.
That kid I saw in Rio,
I can’t forget him,
He hung on my arm, amidst overpriced, flashy hotels,
Past the nightclubs and dazzling neon lights,
That draws tourists like flies to a cottage porch light,
……..
The mix of poor and rich, lined the corners and formed the scenery,
In a city of black and white, no shade of gray,
He was following me, but where did he stay?
Was it in the Favela?
His eyes told me it was far away from the twinkle of riches,
His voice spoke of urgent desperation,
Sir, sir, he said, with subtle hope and aspiration….
To see a kinder world, than the one he’s seen so far,
To hope for so much more, to reach up for the stars,
. …….
Of all the versions of hello, I’ve singed into my mind,
Through all the coasts I’ve moored, and all the docks my ship has lined,
Where body language bridged the gap with those from distant lands,
When the unknown caused uncertain fear in greeting fellow man,
Amidst the seas that roared as if the hand of God propelled them,
There's that kid I saw in Rio, and I'll be damned if I forget him.
Atlantic city had been a haze of slot machines and watred down drinks and loud nightclubs
that often remendedme what disney land could have been ifthatdam mouse wasntallowed
to take over.
Never trust a talking rat.
I had to go through a hellof a divorce because of it.
Good thing her brother was a lawyer cause I might have
actully had something left oh well things are overrated like indoor living.
it's hell gettinga good internet connection in a tent.
But enough time traveling i had more important issues at hand
like my return and some unpaid parking tickets and that whole
court case nonsense your place of business burns down for the fifth time
and people all wanna get uptight hey i preffer to moron my lose
in a casino they said i shoudnt be alone so im just taking doctors orders.
But i had a deadline and it was almost happy hour the library was gonna be packed.
The subject true art and cenorship.
The world around us is totatl chaos so how could you restrict how people expressed
themselfs.
Heaven forbid little tommy reads a bad word
while him and and his best friend huff paint
dear jesus man and i hope they dont play a violent video game.
Sure susan go have random sex with guys of fthe internet
but dont read no cuss word on a poetry wed site
you just might drop dead where you stand.
Its kinda like running a asylum and pretending that everyone there
isnt totally nuts.
No sir lets ignore the real world cause lord knows people
cant filp on the tv and see murder rape fires and war ya gotta
love kids programing.
You cant restrict art for if it"s all the same cookie cutter stuff.
Then is it truley art or just a pretty dellusion.
Ignore the world and it'll run you over.
Life good bad traggic is ment to be shared
the secrets of the soul can rattle in that closet till
madness breaks that perfect image we put.
but what I know.
Never restrict your mind for you will sufficate the soul.
stay proud and crazy forever
Dr Gonzo
What's so great about Lady Gaga's hit single, "Bad Romance," is that of its nightclub scene. Her music video had seen on MTV and YouTube.com. When everyone is listening to "Bad Romance," it's like he or she is at one of those awesome nightclubs in Miami, Florida, at 12 midnight EST. It seems that Lady Gaga has outdone herself, especially when she's supporting the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, and/or transgender) community and stuff. The "Bad Romance" song and music video has a lot of vibes within the instrumentals and a lot of techno music, even when her fans are in Japan. And when everyone is listening to "Bad romance," it's like driving a Nissan 350Z on the streets of Los Angeles, California, on a Saturday night. "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga has also been the best music video and hit single everyone's seen and heard, even me. It looks like the entire music scene will be getting and seeing more of Lady Gaga and other female artists, including Ke$ha. Boy, if Lady Gaga were to make more dance-techno music videos for MTV, that would be great. I wish I had all three of Lady Gaga's albums.
"I've been takin' on a new direction, but I have to say, I've been
thinkin' about my own protection, it scares me to feel this way."
From Tina Turner's song
What's Love Got To Do With It
Tina Turner, the singer, the legend, died on May 24, 2023
at her lakeshore home Chateau Algonquin, in Switzerland
on the Zurich Lake, it was her home for three decades
fans lay flowers, lit candles and left messages of love
at the cast-iron gates overcome with grief, she was 83
Tina's humble beginnings, her voice, and her strength
would make her beloved the world over and an inspiration
she had a swagger, a sexuality, an unstoppable energy
wild crazy hair, dancing legs and hips, and gravely voice
born, Anna Mae Bullock on November 26, 1939
a young girl who sang in the church choir and
then, as a teen went to nightclubs with her sister
watching Ike Turner she said would put her in a trance
one night she was given a microphone and sang
and sang all night with Ike and that was the beginning
Ike loved her voice and made her his lead singer
with his band the Kings of Rhythm and girl group, Ikettes
there were tours, albums, hit records, it all seemed wonderful
but behind the scene things were not good for Tina
Ike was violent, abusive, with an unpredictable temper
he hit Tina, raped her, belittled her, instilled fear and
never gave her any of the money that she earned
this went on until one night after a brutal fight
Tina ran with 36 cents in her pocket to a Ramada Hotel
she divorced Ike and began her amazing solo career
there would hit albums, number 1 hits, world tours,
Grammy's, movie roles, induction into the Hall of Fame
so much success it is hard to put it all in this poem
she lost two sons to death, fought various illnesses
for years, but did marry the love of her life, Irwin Bach
she had happiness, she had sorrow and she had strength
and that is how I will remember this incredible woman
a woman who fought to come back from hell and who
would inspire the world with her amazing talent,
rest in peace, Tina Turner
Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more than can be read,
and knowing anything can be by anyone said.
Burgers on buns, potato and tortilla chips,
yeah, those are American, born in Texas!
Satirical cartoons, radio and TV,
the magic that was Hollywood, as it used to be.
Ragtime, Bee-bop, Rockabilly, and Jazz
Swing, R & B, movie soundtracks, and Bluegrass.
The warm blanket of country when feeling cold,
the power and fury of rock and roll.
The grind of hip-hop and of rap…
on second thought, we apologize for that.
But funk gets things all out of control,
and who can say no to harmonious soul?
Stream locomotives, tracks narrow and wide,
flying machines that soar through the sky.
The glorious art that is the western,
and old Las Vegas, the moral tester.
The miracle of southern barbeque,
the burn of moonshine, or Mountain Dew.
Soft ice crew and greasy-fast French fries,
the expectation that politicians lie.
Liberty in law deeply enshrined,
muscle cars driving of the right side.
Suburbs, cabins, farms and guns,
and every legally available type of fun.
Forests, combines, and big chain-saws,
as well as full equality before the law.
A vast landscape, awesome to see,
an undying faith in our families.
Art from great down to lackluster,
recalls, vetos, and filibusters!
Checks and balances on the powerful,
we invented the internet, so things are never dull!
Mountain bikes and rollers blades,
fried chicken and biscuits, porterhouse steak.
Diners, dairy bars and fast food,
we walked on the friggin’ moon,
and built the only probes that escaped
into the void of interstellar space.
I could go on, I am tempted to,
but I think I’ve made my point to you,
And when young fool have yelled there fill,
reject their nonsense talk of “guilt.”
All nations have screwed up, it’s so
but perfection is something man never knows.
This nation still tires to confront is sins,
and brings forth profusions of great things.
The scales upon which we are weighed,
are ever clear in what they say:
When it all is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
Shopping Spree
It was a big shop, large as warehouse it sold everything I didn’t need;
and the shop was empty of staff. The thief in my thought: if I had a van
I could back it up to the entrance, take everything in sight drive off
and sell it to retailers who would say when I was caught, we bought his
stuff in good faith. I could make a thousand Euros, but would have to
spend it fast by going to nightclubs and be the big guy paying drinks for
everyone; and beautiful women would fawn over me.
Finally a shop assistant came chewing on a burger and smelling of
fried onions. Asked me what I wanted. “Two batteries for my remote
please.” They cost 67 cent. He didn’t have the three cents so I told him
to make it seventy. This pleased him no end, but having robbed
the shop I could afford to be grand. Coming home the batteries were
not the right sort, but never mind, they could be useful for something
else, say, to run my toy car.
A weird title for deadly drugs
Inhaled, injected, or smoked
Widely abused, damaging the brain
Heroin, marijuana, and cocaine,
Addiction affect user's ability to sense pleasure
And may contribute to depression
They think, dream about it, constantly
Become irritable and confused, increasingly,
They are sold at head shops, nightclubs, and rave
Threatening teenagers,relatives, and friends
Leads to stroke, seizures, even some deaths
Putting their dreams at greater risk,
When you're bored, restless, confused or anxious
There are solutions, "positive addictions"
Through listening to music, exercising, mountain climbing
Say "No" to Drugs, save yourself from self-destruction.
Four years have elapsed since London put on the show,
this time it is on the other side of the Atlantic
and there is one picture that defines the location,
it is well-known for it shows a symbol.
a symbol of what Man can do in Belief
before it is captured by commercialism.
Journey by taxi, bus, train or escalator
to the viewing platforms and memento vevdors,
awe inspiring to the visitors,
Christos, the guardian of the River of January
looking down, seeing all, doing nothing.
Seeing the wealth of the Nation displayed,
displayed in bars, in nightclubs, in multi-starred hotels,
seeing sun-kissed bodies practicing religion;
the new Cathedral is the Cocacabana,
today's religion includes soccer and volleyball.
Seeing the shanty towns at the periphepy,
seeing the poor at the periphery.
Rubbish dumps are work and home to them.
This statue, this symbol, cannot turn its head away,
Christos must view ahead for eternity,
but his Maker was both kind and clever,
for many hours he can keep his head in the clouds,
and this brings us back to the Olympics,
for the lOC took the same stance for Rio 2016.
PAY TO PLAY
Playgrounds and parks as children freely play
Voices raised in excitement – beautiful day
Slides, swings and colorful jungle-gyms
Happy-go-lucky, light hearted they brim
Adolescents planning a weekend ahead
Finally a break from regimental brigaded dread
Nightclubs and parties, dates determined to pursue
Popularity a price slowly uncovered—lost virtue
Responsibility in adulthood arrives without warning
Marriages, mortgages—apprehensions start dawning
Climbing corporate ladders-- morale reaching height
Freedom, light-heartedness—play comes at a price
Copyright©-- April 2013 Kim van Breda
I’m gonna put my mirror back
It’s going on the wall
The place that it was meant to be
Before I had my fall
No more nightclubs that never close
No more pretentious mugs
No more outside the toilet door
Waiting for my drugs
I’ve ridden on this Tiger’s back
For fifteen years or more
Afraid that it would eat me up
If I stepped off to the floor
So deeper in the jungle
The Tiger went with me
So deep that my adrenaline
Took away my sight from me
Along the way there’s been some fun
There’s been some friends with me
Their Tiger is the same as mine
But each others we can’t see
The mirrors on the table
My reflection faces up
The only time I look in it
Is with my nose close up
For four days now I’ve sat in here
The curtains hide the light
Is it cos my Tiger
Only takes me out at night
I’m gonna hang my mirror up
It’s going on the wall
I’m getting off this Tiger now
I can’t face another fall
Tangled up in the sheets man that was fun.
Yeah id stick around my darlin.
But the train's a waitting and so I gotta run.
Tommy and Phil will be at the dinner waitting with ready ear.
Screw the coffee darlin.
I preffer a smoke and a beer.
The waitress sat staring at me as I sat lost
without a clue.
She said thought you had to leave town.
memories get hazy but she reminded me with a swift
kick oh crap darlin was that you.
Sometmes it's not so easy to recall.
Precious memories shared.
In a nightclubs bathroom stall.
Hey it was a perfect moment amougnst many.
Sure I recall your name.
It's Rebecca Sandy okay I wouldnt have guessed Kenny.
Sometimes it"s awkward hitting on a chick only to
have her reply but I thought we were threw.
Maybe i should lay off the booze.
Cause im really getting tired of asking
was that you?