Club Poems - Poems about Club

The club was dim, a haze of gin and gold, where jazz ran slick like honey through the air. She stood in shadow, wicked, dark, and bold, red dress a warning--men still stopped to stare. Her cigarette burned low, a dying spark, a curl of smoke that whispered through the room. She met my eyes and smiled--slow, and dark-- a prelude to...

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In somber silence, the Old Boys sit. Only ambient noise they permit. Not sitting face-to-face, it's such a lonely place. I, frankly, don't want to be in it....

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researching, watch the trailer, work in progress... Screwtape Letters 31 Letters Just notes Consider this... If you cannot yield to text and scripture He cannot bare score C L takes us where? Two years. studies of Greek and Latin classics What we cannot see in the spiritual world Screwtape, Devil, The Father Below in an ice cubicle mans is all around him To love or Not to...

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To be truly, fully present Of consciousness and answering why we are here, These studies are a promising field of research Yet by powerful backlash research has halted For severe depression and PTSD Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin Derived from mushrooms It lowers stress and doesn’t cause hallucinations Follow up studies show dramatic improvement of conditions not previously responsive to conventional medications and therapies This chemical is still widely...

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Midtone grey surrounds what’s left of a man’s soul Scenes of biblical abominations troll Inky are the hellish horizons appalled An okay is needed for anything at all Manipulating truth determines your life Erasing individuality is part of your strife Robotic neurotic, emotionless choice, nary a voice Force proles controlling every movement A new history engraves the stone 'tis...

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Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing At twelve when he delt with this shouldn't have to jump through hoops should’ve been able to explore when a teen But because of many conservative groups The Ire excessive was the coming of age Juvenile mistakes made in adult years Denied the ability to pick up social skills Sexual assault and sexual awaking considered pornographic Q**r’s often live...

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I am starting a “don’t want to” club You can join after you say “I don’t want to” to five people You must keep a written record of their expressions and reactions I would post the other rules here if I wanted to But I don’t want to...

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This is my fan letter, You make souls better, To me, you're a sign. Love, yours and mine. Our hearts do entwine, Rain or sunshine, Now we recline. Love duly thine!...

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If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall Explore themes of love and identity Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity Since a child, her desire, ‘women’ The idea that if love is considered a sin The unfolding of a female sexual invert The act of...

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“Adults fear their youths who see through hypocrisy and won’t be silenced. Told to stop disrespectful behavior and not to fight ~ though it’s adults who taught them to stand up for what is right”—Poet There is a book burning Nine months since the banning of books, The politics of fear are rising from minds bent Into...

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“A Diary of Occupation” Vakulenko Volodymyr’s last work (Banned in Ukraine) eastern part 20% Diary of Volodymyr Vakulenko — painful and true records that the writer kept from the beginning of the full-scale invasion and during the occupation of Izyum and his native village of Kapitolivka in Kharkiv Oblast. Dangerous to the Russian occupation force A...

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Best seller “Gone Girl” a novel by Gillian Flynn Riddles, my wife loved games of amusement I never found out the clue of why she had gone missing, accuse me? I was spent on our anniversary Under mysterious circumstances Nothing is what it seems Nick and Amy’s duality Identity, masculinity For once...

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The trumpet cries beneath the neon glow, a golden wail that haunts the hollow night. The bass line walks where lonely spirits go, its heartbeat steady, low and laced with bite. Her voice is velvet, dipped in smoke and sin, a lullaby for hearts too torn to mend. She sings of love, of loss, of what has been, each note a ghost...

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Her childhood stories bring tears to the eye They’re of her overcoming difficulties In an abusive family life The subjects in racist societies Molestation and racism are two reasons why Traumatization had caused her to be MUTE They ban books for the harsh reality they deny ...

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Outside it’s breezy and twenty degrees in here the air feels humid and still the floor’s elbow-to-elbow and I guarantee dance for 40 minutes and the heat can kill I left the dance floor fully drenched we drank at the bar til our thirst was quenched I peeled off my overshirt but that didn’t work I still felt flushed and sweaty a guy motioned me to...

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