Long Bar Poems
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The barman was a chimpanzee
With a sad old wise old face
He ran the themed franchised bar
At Fat Sam’s Dancing Place
He swung his cocktail mixture
Jiggled it and deftly caught it
Your drink was ready and mixed
Before you’d even thought it
And he kept a special section
Where you could sit and think
And he always with discretion
Topped up or replaced your drink
The waiting staff were android
Gorillas attended the entry door
With only humanoid beings
Allowed in from that dance floor
Sometimes the barman did a cabaret
White tied lounge suited with a cane
Once did a mean mean take off
Of the Duke Big John Wayne
I am told that he even once
Though to be sure I wasn’t there
Used a hat stand in lieu of Ginger
In a tribute to Fred Astaire
When the going was too hectic
In that galactic mixing place
You could draw so much comfort
From that friendly kindly face
If too many gargle blasters
Were scrambling your head
That chimpanzee ensured
You woke up home in your bed
And he never told gossip stories
And he never forgot a face
He ran a bar of perfection
At Fat Sam’s Dancing Place
Try his drinks of true distinction
Try superb food designed to thrill
At the one and only universally known
Superb Chimpanzee's Galactic Bar and Grill
Two old maids who were never engaged or married
A widow and I sat across from each other discussing life
I have been married twenty-five years longer than any of them
For forty-nine years I have been called a “wife”.
We discuss dating, but promptly stop when we realize
One of us has never had a date, not a single one.
The widow says “I wish he would come back alive”
I would beat his ass, and laugh at this fun!
Let’s have a drink one of the old maids says, raising her cup.
We have a couple, and begin laughing at the silliness of Sue.
Of bringing someone back to life, so she can beat him up.
We cannot stop laughing, for we do not know what else to do.
Snow came down hard
Harassing the roadside bar
Taking one more shot
Reminding himself, 'he was hot'
John proceeded to the lavatory
Without any worry
Mirror, he did reflect
No fear of the word 'reject'
Be aware
If you dare
Of the murderous affair
Advice I share
Ventured into the night
Seeking a romantic sight
Reality stated hurtful fight
"Goodbye, my dear knight
Our relationship is dead,"
Wearing the pearls he bought, she said
Be aware
If you dare
Of the murderous affair
Advice I share
Returning to the watering hole
Shivering and cold
Shocking we were told
Seductress commanded the stage
Half anyone's age
Protected inside a cage
Belting out a tune
Loving warmth came back soon
After being swooned
Patrons did say
Heating bill, owner electronically paid
Be aware
If you dare
Of the murderous affair
Advice I share
When the tempting tease was done
She approached the admirer, looking for fun
As for the haunting past outside
Confirming someone had lied
And died
"Those pearls fit you right"
Stranger mentioned, eyes bright
"They are a little tight,"
Informed the songbird, preparing for a deathly fight
Confirming fan, a nut
She kicked them in the butt
Finding a cell
Lonely, I must tell
Be aware
If you dare
Of a murderous affair
Advice I share
You once shaded lovers and sparrows.
your branches combed the morning mist-
a cathedral of green where children sang,
and the sun broke bread with your leaves,
O patient giant,with roots like prayer,
you watched seasons kneel before you.
The rain leaned close to whisper secrets,
the moon hung her lamp from your crown.
But two fools came with saws and laughter-
their hands empty of reverence or song.
They did not hear the sap cry out,
nor the small bird scream from its broken home.
O murderers of shade and silence,
what did you gain from such noise?
The world grew smaller when you fell,
and even the wind forgot its music.
No better way to launch the weekender
Than dropping in to see my local bartender
He whips up the meanest margarita in his blender
I can relax and to him all my troubles surrender
He knows the right thing to say to either gender
He’s everyone’s closest friend by no means a pretender
He commiserated when I needed a defender
While suspended for snapping someone’s suspender
He cheered me up when I was the thwarted contender
And understood about my questionable fender bender
He let me run a tab when I was short on tender
That’s where he drew the line to not be a lender
After all he had his own issues with a big vendor
I always cleared my tab so at no time be an offender
Never being so bold as to ask for an extender
For fear of a dry spell for services he’d render
AP: 3rd place 2022
A logophile sat on the bar stool stirring her words.
She liked the soft ones, the hard ones, the salty ones.
The sweet ones intrigued her, but she was a bit frightened.
A linguaphile sat down on the next seat.
He attempted to speak to her in French and Spanish.
He delved into German, but she did not respond. He was quiet now.
A lexophile was fascinated by the interchange.
He took out his pen and wrote it up into glowing fancy words.
They jumped off the pages and surrounded the bar fly’s seat.
She looked down and laughed.
The linguaphile laughed too.
They found commonality in that at least.
32 Bar Blues: A Spoken Word Poem
In the shadow of the neon’s dusty glow, Oh, the blues, got me cryin’/echoes of Otis Span whisper, “Why?” Champion Jack Dupree, a voice so true, I’m lost in the Bad Luck blues/
In a world of broken souls, where the road to nowhere stretches on, I found you, baby, like a light in the dark, the blues never dies, it lingers, and it holds you tight/
the weeps and wails, on the south side of a town that’s seen its fails, Slim Harpo in the corner, feeling down and out, the county blues sing a song of doubt/
From the river delta, a treasure unfolds, Folk Cotton Blues, stories untold/ Lightnin’ Hopkins, electric and fast, In the warmth of the back porch, shadows are cast/
Sun House, the father of Folk’s embrace, his lonesome roads live no trace/ blues before sunrise when my baby says I don’t want you any no more/ man, I’m out the door/
Stormy Monday blues, heavy on the Mississippi nation, Tuesday is just as bad, Wednesday just as worse/ man, the week is losing control fast/
Jimmy Witherspoon croons, “Take a chance!” Shake your hip, girl, let the blues make you dance, but baby, I’ll miss you, when the work gang calls/
As Howlin’ Wolf’s spirit through the night sprawls, Back Country Blues, a lineage so strong, in every heartache, a back breakin' song/
In the rhythm of the blues, our souls collide/ let the blues chords carry us, let the rhythm guide us not to a world of sorrow, but to so much joy in our blues pride, from the ashes of a blues life we'll rise and shine, with the 32 bar blues/ I hope you won’t turn me from your door when I have all this blue’s pain of mine / so dig this, the blues are nothin’ but a good man feelin’ mighty bad/
I slinked into the bar
hoping no one would notice.
To drink and forget
was all I cared about or
was going to care about
for the rest of the night.
When he first sat down
I ignored him outright
figuring flat rejection
would work on this guy, but
I was wrong. He needed
someone to talk to, someone
to sit near and eventually
someone to sleep next to
or with, whichever would happen.
Finally I asked him to
remove his hands from
his greasy, slimy, semen-soaked
pockets and find someone
else to get excited about.
I just wanted to forget, but
all the drink did
was help me to remember,
remember what I had just
finally walked out on.
Written on paper 1991 after finally leaving a cheating spouse.
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* ("vind": wind, etc.) artistic license mine poetic friendz
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;) james
Sit and buy me a pale ale
while I regale you with
a tale written in braille
by a man stale in jail with
no avail to raise bail.
Curtail the detail ~ suffice it to say
how a frail male whale wailed when
again and again failed dislodging
a rusty nail impaled in its tail.
Not to derail but meanwhile
across the vale, a snail and quail
hightailed it but strayed off their trail ~
Once all were put up for sale,
t’was the female who tipped the scale.
It’s not much of a tale but
thanks for the ale, it was tasty.
Inhale ~ now let's enjoy an upscale cocktail.
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines ~ each line has 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025