Booth Poems - Poems about Booth

The Cute Old Couple In Their Booth Like clockwork, every Sunday They arrive at the doors Of their favorite eatery, As countless times before The familiar waitress smiles, Bids them in; Their morning ritual about to begin. No need for menus: The order well known Staff has already set the places The progression set in stone The world moves on its way without As they...

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Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt. Blink razors carve her iris script. Rib stars ovulate in feral grates, mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath. Keystroke ruin writes in collapse, a waveform lodged in sternum glass. Lipsticked rodeo—a gash in faded denim Banana-knuckled hands torch filterless ghosts. Tree-call through copper root systems. Wire-pluck storm, vapor chews the stock market Cancer caught in molar hush, brined in citrine static. She opens...

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dotherant's hardened mule news of numbers and yearling's pew ardvakians, mustering askance the dairy frolic, adhere, nearer, when forward finding in country beliefs? how have you been beaten? never the please you say smiteful river of dirt you burried? startled priors, trampled by grass weavings I shall share a terrain with newalking briarly today in the moss groves of yourn I will a, wait...

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To tell the truth, I love a booth When eating in a diner. You can’t dismiss such coziness As something you’d call minor. For it is clear that atmosphere Adds much to meal-time pleasure And booth-type seats improve your eats, At least the way I’d measure. Be careful, though, for in your row If someone leaves the table, You’ll have to rise and leave your...

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An old gaunt lady With feeble steps Walked to the red telephone booth On the roadside pavement Every day she dialed a number And spoke inaudibly into the receiver As tears streamed down her crinkly face This continued for an hour Until she resigned for the day Hoping for another heartfelt conversation A baffling mystery unsettled us Spectators to this daily drama. ...

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The angel works the tollbooth Exclaiming commands for change They are a barber on the side with faded tattoo arms Holding shears made of fire coated in silent pious rage Hiding blood in their thermos Waiting for a Judgement day ...

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THE STUDIO BOOTH In a studio booth, the rapper did stand, With dreams of a hit, but empty pockets at hand. "No money to record," he sadly exclaimed, The producer's negative response was tamed4 As he kindly declared the session free, Taking a financial loss like a kingpin real G. Free of charge, the beats did play...

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Dressed in 'Down's Syndrome,' the children set up a phone booth on stage inciting audience rage when E.T. refused to phone home ...

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The woman in the next booth was gorgeous Ronnie started to introduce himself Then he saw the cigarette His mother had been a smoker He could not abide the stench of it The smell of nicotine curdled his nose hairs He walked rapidly away, wishing she was not a smoker But alas, she was, so they were not meant to be The woman...

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Oh, how I wish that phone booths did still exist, so that you could call me up and tell me again how much it’s me that you miss Remember back the way you used to do? When you were scared of someone finding out about me and you See you had a cell phone, but you couldn’t...

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Your "I love you" is like a noose And your touch is a touch too cruel You swore you'd treat me apple pie sweet I should've tasted the cyanide Known you were killing me But now you're all stuck In my lungs Cigarette smoke It's a slow choke You'll never let me free or Leave me alone Goodbye love I'm hanging up the phone...

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These bastards styling as men’s movers From their short trips expect universe; Traveler to pay for bag in booth Or get ready to lose his front tooth… I’m the sorely aggrieved passenger Usefully turned God’s messenger. You don’t passenger try to clean through; Your cheap hapless lies make out as true, Voices sounding like owners might die, If they should be asked a probing...

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Villanelle L Milton Hankins Aug 18th, 2022 A Corner Booth and Eggs Benedict The mood needs to be just right Candles lit and flowers placed perfect So fun to be in the spotlight Winds of fortune caress this site Our guard down, never circumspect The mood needed to be just right Ambiance fills...

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Booth made famous on April 15th, MDCCCLXV... Sic semper tyrannis ad mortem ("Thus always I bring death to tyrants"). Ever since early forerunners of twenty first century mankind (sprinted across trackless expanse extant upon planet Earth), modern *****Sapiens essentially won out as coterie precursors sans predominant present day team of rivals. The zigzag line, whence our arboreal ancestors skedaddled their way toward...

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The lies people believe mount like hills of trash at a dump! Trees are chopped off the family tree, leaving only a stump All I can say is, it’s not too late to research for the truth Save your life and forget the mainstream media’s lying phone booth! Heidi Sands 10/9/21...

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