Film Noir Poems - Poems about Film Noir

It's been a while; I took a beer from the bar and sat in a booth which obscured the view, the world and myself. I wanted to be a young man needing a young woman, but the head of the pint soaked my mind into a quickly foaming reality that I had to watch go flat. I kind of slouched in the seat, a...

Continue reading...

I am behind the large white wheel of an Oldsmobile. I am a page ripped from a Raymond Chandler novel. Clipped words curl close to my lips as hot as ash. Dreamy eyes are cold tonight, there will be death at the side of a desert back-road. Revolvers will be shaken until blood spills from a mouth. I park carefully until the...

Continue reading...

Film Noir By the lamppost at night with the pale moon shining bright but obscured by the fog I saw her in the harbor standing where my boat lay moored but she knew that her azure eyes beckoned me to come smoke from a cigarette in her hand trailing upward and blending with the mist and a gold braid around her wrist I remembered my gift I...

Continue reading...

The TCM channel caught my eye playing movies termed "film noir" intriguing movies where someone lies and theres a body lying on the floor, The old black and white movie draws me in with Bogie and Bacall or Stanwyck and MacMurray murder mysteries with shadows and grins where the villain is calculating and very nervy, A love triangle where three is a crowd the...

Continue reading...

Film Noir By the lampost at night with the pale moon shining bright but obscured by the fog I saw her in the harbor standing where my boat lay moored but she knew that her azure eyes beckoned me to come smoke from a cigarette in her hand trailing upward and blendng with mist and a gold braid around her wrist I remembered my gift I stood...

Continue reading...

----the frost of fog licked trees and tulips by the web of a black widow----...

Continue reading...

under the moon and murky alleyways i roam with rats the mean and rain-slicked streets a private eye, taking whatever pays i search for her, whose husbands bloody sheets... paid me to find her and his rich receipts with-in the fog was smoke like fog in air from her short cigarette and sinful glare the light from lamp poles blinked; our bullets...

Continue reading...

Film Noir They had to operate remove the one and from the other take a nugget. Later in the hall they said they got it all. They said how well she’d be with rest. Her first night home, as we prepared for bed, she turned to show me. In my mind the cinema of fleet but fecund years ran through another time. Donal Mahoney...

Continue reading...

The melody is haunting me Black and white, an old TV A darkened room, the smoke perfume insults the sense of right and wrong Elbows rest upon a bar Heads are bent, to hide the scars and troubled souls have found a throne Some will find a well known home in a shot-glass of a song A clarinet has cried the blues A secret lies...

Continue reading...