Clubs Poems

yuletide cynicism

If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here,
you’re shopping in the wrong place.

This is New York City’s time of year.
It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles,
proving that the ordinary can be extraordinary.
With the right lighting.

Lisa’s (parent’s) apartment glitters like our promised heaven on high.
When we left at Thanksgiving, Michael (Lisa’s dad) had the

cats and boots

Here’s to scrumptious nights.
cats and boots and cats and boots
We went clubbing last night, to recalibrate
ourselves on the dance floor, where magic happens.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
To focus on sensory experiences, the beat,
and share in the fun and tangible sense of freedom.
cats and boots and cats and boots
Feel the

taps

I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can happen if you earn top grades and interact easily with male friends by day (the crew club scene is ol’

Frequenting Night Clubs

Frequent surfacing in night club
And the Lion sprouts from a cub
Soon, you cease to be submissive:
Life begins to be permissive.
With others you may shoulders rub
Sometimes, sincere courtesies snub.
A used-to-be-meek aggressive,
At inconstancy progressive....

In night clubs be sure of hubbub,
The filthiest thoughts served perfumed dub
Yet, life here should be extensive;
Clubs heal could The Hypertensive:
Others are asleep you

New Short Story - New Years and Strip Clubs

I posted a piece that 1943 characters to long for here.

So, it's under short stories it's called: "New Year's and strip clubs"

Here's a partial URL - you can't post a URL here (there are so many rules)


www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/new_years_and_strip_clubs_11895

Golf Footle

The grass
alas
is shorn
like corn
the dew
eschews
forlorn
this morn

the crowd
avowed
the ball
and all
then groans 
and moans
clubs thrown
are known.

Embued
and hued
the words
like swords
wrong swing
the sting
bad lie
too high

the squeeze
on knees
in pleas?
to seize
the gold
and hold
glory
story

though droll
their goal 
control
cajole
that ball
to fall
or roll
in hole

August 22,2022
For Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest
FIRST PLACE TROPhy!
POEM OF THE WEEK!

The Ten of Clubs

The ten of clubs,
The card of snubs.
And always passed on by.
For if you care,
To see it there,
You groan a little sigh

The value place,
But not the face,
Of kings and queens and jacks.
Yet still outranked,
And not as thanked,
Just slipping through the cracks.

A diamond shines.
The heart confines,
A game upon it’s own.
The pointed spade,
Much like a blade,
Is feared when

Burning Books

Burning Books
David J Walker

There is burning on
The next pages

The flame rages in words 
Of fame and glowing embers

Ancient runes forgotten phrases
Members of book clubs

Meet in brewpubs 
Tuesday afternoons 

Reading single letters out loud
Before they disappear in 

Perfectly clear air 
Made of flames

The scribe did nothing 
To hide the hidden meanings

Before setting them afire

Philosophy

Here at Yale University we’re encouraged to attend these campus “get togethers” - to meet other students and broaden our circles. Some are about interesting subjects like politics or science and sometimes you get to meet famous people.

Others are concerned with less interesting subjects - like the bewildering aspects of philosophy: “Would you kill baby

The Queen of Clubs

I left the car and on the ground
I was surprised at what I found:
A playing card, with folded crease
And possibly, some tire grease.

The Queen of Clubs was lying there;
The other cards were who knows where.
Did it slip out from in its deck?
There really was no way to check.

Or was it placed with some intent?
If so,

Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, Spades

Clubs.
Diamonds
Hearts.
Spades

Some are red,
Some are black,
Some are high,
Some are low.

If you are a bridge player, 
you know that some suits are better than others.
My family of origin used to play bridge with a
plastic cheater kind of card table cloth
you could tie around the table,  that told us 
how to play bridge step by step.

We must

King of Clubs

Thugs coming after me in packs, watching roadblocks as they stack. Two steps forward, one step back. Think they stopped me dead in my tracks. Got my reasons, I saw the bear trap, and that monkey on my shoulder, he's got my back. Thought I was so stupid you didn't have to cover your tracks,

King of Clubs

What might have brightened sober days
Is now a poison clearly seen
Within the labyrinthine ways
Of hearts and their fugacious queen. 

The king of clubs once owned my dreams
And all the diamonds in the crown, 
But then long years and clever schemes
Paid back the debt which trod me down. 

I did once play a game of spades
Which

Heart of Clubs

( HEART OF CLUBS )

The stress is tipping in and out of my mind. 
I'm starting to realize my life is 
just a waste of time. 
The only thing that's keeping me stable 
is the fact that your not unstable. 
Try and tell me what's next 
I'm just trying to relive my stress. 
Tell me

Country Clubs

Country clubs are best known for their golf courses, tennis courts, and lobbies. They've
been a part of the lives of all wealthy people for some time to come. It seems that
everybody wants a piece of the good-life pie. When he or she's going to one of the real
country clubs, it's like going for a boat

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