Cabarets Poems - Poems about Cabarets

...arise awake in small fragments bursts of creativity ...short-lived.... colourful.. sensibilities to become phrases of the creative being ......

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...I’ve made my choice for my next life I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen I’ll be osé and voluptuous flamboyantly vivacious in stilettos and seductive gowns wigs of lush luscious curls beltin......

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...As I was walking late one night along a downtown street I came upon a sad, sad sight that led to hope’s deplete. The painted ladies paced the night in black stiletto heels, and searched ......

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... The high places are where the rich and poor go Venues where they congregate, order the strong drink and rub the elbow They come together, no matter the social strata The high place is the......

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...The typewriters tap, with a rat-a-tat-tat, like a fourth estate rap to provide us the pap (that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat) in a newspaper scrap crammed with meaningless crap from ......

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...Dark wine reminds me of you The burgundies and cabarets The tang and thrum and hiss That spiral like Egyptian silk Nights that swell like cork This night, a thousand Under va single lamplight......

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...We meet again I’ve known you for so long and I know now; It’s always been you. The time comes not yet but still my road narrows and; The winds of time blow at my back pushing me along. Unfortunately......

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... Continued from Part 1 The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes (and discarded cigarettes, neath the haunted parapets) mock my lonely echoed steps – mock my lonely ......

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...NOTE TO THE READER Once Apun a Time This yarn is a flossy fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced together, adorned with fur-ther braided tails of human frailty. Th......

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...a saraband Folks show'ring her with potpourri, Sweet Sallie starts her odyssey dancing up the row t'wards me - her shining knight with glowing smile. We say, "I do," and rush the aisle while ......

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...Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today; And indiscreet along ......

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