Las Poems - Poems about Las

astronomical odds they may be cross your fingers for good luck get into the groove, into the rhythm spin hoping for a winfall or free games spin to hear those bells go crazy spin for a major hit to cash out that jackpot has your name on it somebody's got to win it might as well be you adrenalin pumping get those lights flashing let crowds...

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The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard, steals emotion from the night Holding a vigil in the darkness, waiting for the light The Poet of Las Vegas Boulevard, among the screams and homeless cries Making rhyme of what reason has abandoned —marking time inside the shadow of lies (Las Vegas Boulevard: January 24, 2016)...

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The shooting happenedand at. University of Las Vegas at 11’:59 am. One shooter is dead. Police not sure, there are more. There are victtims but unknowm how many or on what shape. Check online for updates. Meanwhile, say prayers for all injured,. Police did not say how many. For now, the entire campus is a crime scene? UNLV is 60 acres with...

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Walking about las ramblas at night you can see the desperation with a constant feeling of trepidation People that never got much of an education not one qualification Prostitutes selling their body to feed a habit and pay for their accommodation as Dealers sell to addicts who want that pleasurable sensation to forget about their life...

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Las Vegas 1967 Harrah’s, free drinks Circus Circus, bring the kids Frontier, win a Chevy Golden Nugget, best slots Flamingo Capri, Elvis impersonator Caesar’s Palace, world’s best buffet Tropicana, win big Sahara, all day breakfast Dunes, best shrimp cocktail thirty cents Golden Nugget, live girls I would certainly hope so....

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My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1) (A Memorial Poem) I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch some days (Steve would get 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes). It was fun to go with him (a 'lunch' more than three hours)! We'd drive to the plane (all maintained by a club...

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Dia de Las Muertos Family party in Graveyard...

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I went off to Las Vegas for some berry On to some fun times ... not to get bury Perhaps wide eye a show, and sight see Not end up at the bottom of the blue sea The voice of the red devil said, why not And like every sap, I was tied into a knot All it took were...

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My Poems Are but only and unto me An inner source of both shuttling and chastening my day dreams My very own fantastical imagination galaxy and far off universe Inside my head rallying me to discover what may well just reside beyond the setting stellar sun or dark side of the moon Because I would far rather be alone and searching for...

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You should take a peek the night winds told the moon. He was hesitant at first, they are such gossips who swoon. They are not lying, the evening stars hissed into his ear. This city is up all night, slumber is not revered or dear. The moon took a tiny peek from the top of a road. He was shocked...

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Celebration of Las Animas The shadows know When I shout into the void Of obsession’s chaos that swallows even darkness, Fractured light in jaundiced eyes, Where withering blasts of winter hibernate in masquerades, Promises lay in crumpled thoughts of raging anxieties To crumple wings stilled by grief’s passages Of flawed conscience. My gentle shepherd, who walks in the brittle solstice garden, Whispers to this stubborn...

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Odds are Kris Kringle won't Show today Because Father Christmas leads the way So jolly Saint Nick Will be today's Pick If Santa Claus will lend him his sleigh...

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no space at the inn for the man and pregnant wife - fate had booked a cave - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - Fall or Winter Haiku Contest Sponsored by Tania Kitchin https://www.howmanysyllables.com/ 16th November 2021...

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luck smiles at me playing playing the slot machines from hell the numbers are turning out luck smiles at me the numbers turning up roulette black, red odd numbers hot...

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Ekphrasis on, The Spinners (Las Hilanderas) artist, Diego Velazquez colors, fabric missing painter's glaze spun within moonbeam's glow threads entangled in beautiful gaze majestic, with heart-sought truth in tow by mortal flesh and heart-sights thus sewn born- sky, water and land expressions, vanity's undertones imagination, from spinning hands from...

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