Long Bar Poems
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And when eyes mate across the room
Keen focus plays consortium
Cherubic faces locked, embraced
Their subtleties are finely placed
In winks and fluttered lashing bouts
Drool lips and nods, avoid a shout
A tipped drink sent in gentle swoons
Of lusty thoughts above the moon
And radiance under the sheets
Where lover’s love to love to meet
And so small glances dance and flash
Across the bars to itch the rash
Both genders play their fawning moves
Each in their way they send their woos
Against all chance in darken rooms
a pulse of fire flies full bloom
This August night among the weeds
bar's bio-light, the lovers feed
and if by chance their woo is won
entwined they’ll be till rise of sun
I was sitting at the hotel bar
Another night alone while on the road
Sipping a whiskey sour
With my half-eaten dinner getting cold
I called home to say, “Good Night”
With an empty, “I love you” at the end
Staring at the silent TV set
Really hurt’n for a friend
She sat down beside me
Smelling like a freshly picked bouquet
She said, “If you want to buy me a drink
Well, that would be okay”
I looked at her reflection
In the mirror behind the bar
Then motioned to the bartender
With my cocktail sipping straw
She said, “I’m simply lonely
And you look like you are too
Another night in another unnamed town
That I just keep passing through”
We shared boring stories about boring lives
Pretending that we’re all right
Getting drunk and inwardly wondering about
How we were going to spend that night
We complained about being misunderstood
By our spouses left at home
And even when we’re back in their beds
It was just like sleeping alone
We were afraid to keep on talking
And afraid to get up to leave
Afraid to share with the other one
The thoughts that we conceived
We drank until closing time
Then she asked if I would see her to her room
I don’t remember how we got there
But we were at her door so very soon
“Either way that we end this night
We will probably regret the choice that we made
Feeling remorseful about guilty pleasures
Or wishing to ourselves that you had stayed
Will one night spent together
To stay our secret to the grave
Make our lot in life any easier
Or destroy a sliver of morality that we can save”
She left me standing in the doorway
As she got undressed and climbed in bed
The sight of her naked body
Put the whiskey spinning in my head
I finished my business in town next day
And took an airplane headed home
Which side of the door I was on when it closed
Is known only by me and her alone
They gather where the signs hang crooked,
under gaslight glare and broken clocks,
where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses—
fogged, but watching.
Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots,
her laughter sharp as shattered glass.
Beer Street hums a fatter tune,
slumped in booths of sticky leather.
They meet at the hinge of last call,
where poetry is slurred and prophets mumble.
A jukebox wails old revolutions
to a crowd too drunk to notice.
The walls are graffiti'd with regrets,
phone numbers of ghosts,
and chalked-up debts no one will ever pay.
Outside, the world is coughing up history,
but in here, time stirs with a muddler.
The bar is a church with no god,
only spirits, and the faithful who sip them.
Some come to forget,
others to remember louder.
A woman in red sings with her back to the room.
A man orders another round
and trades his name for a tab.
Everyone claps when the glass breaks.
Midnight hits like a bottle to the head—
the bouncer shrugs,
Beer Street staggers,
Gin Lane pirouettes into the dark.
"As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly." - Proverbs 26:11 (KJ version)
Imploding glass into my martini
Hard liquor…hard glass
Shattering my soul and body
The visual alone left me dead drunk
Like a salty dog awaiting hell
I fell…before the glass ever emptied
Wondering the thoughts of those around
Though I lied and said I didn't care
Stranger's thoughts were everything to me
Honesty drained like a cold beer on a Sunday morning
Cornered by a truth that stings
Filled with pain and shards of acceptance
I was bent on worshiping this feeling
Because rain falls and cools the anger
Just as sorrow freezes the spirits
Glasses clank
No thought of joining—no intake
A watch always from afar
A flash of relish for this emotional bar
Everything melted like a dream
I was awake in this stupor on the kitchen floor
Tired, naked, writhing in vomit
Lapping it up like whiskey
Only to extricate all of it again
-do excuse these...just reposting some oldies that I had taken off for a time for evaluation and revision..-
In the summer of 1978, in a small club in New Jersey a pretty cool thing happened to me.
At the time, I was only nineteen years old, and it was one of my first times ever being at a nightclub. I remember the night was hot and the club was packed with disco dancers and punk rock people. After doing my thing out on the floor, making moves and grooving to the copy band's music, I worked up quite a thirst and decided to go get myself a Budweiser at the bar. The bar was packed with people waiting to get their drinks, so packed that I literally had to squeeze in between a discoed-out dude and an all decked out punk-rocker with short blonde hair. Politely, I asked them both if I could quickly get my drink and be on my way. With his fingers tapping the bar top to the beat of the music, the punk-rocker turned to me and said- "It's a free country, do what you want" looking dazed and baffled I just gave a smile and proceeded with a raised arm to try to flag over a tender. After a few minutes I finally got the tender to come my way, so, I ordered my Budweiser and as a nice jester to the punk-rocker who seemed pretty cool, I offered to buy him a beer. He accepted my offer and we began to have a friendly conversation. We chatted for a few and after a short time I introduced myself to him. By the way- I said, I am Charlie...and you are? He replied with a smile and said- "Hello Charlie- my name is Billy, Billy Idol from the UK". At the time, he had just come over from across the seas, and he was not yet as well-known as he would be in the near future. My time with him was short but as short as it was, I will never forget about it. Two months after meeting him in the nightclub I heard him for the first time ever on the local radio station.
dancing with myself
close encounters with a punk
played on radio
Everyday we mimic the bar for instance the electric wire,
the ways, the road leading to the north, the road leading
to the west or east or south,
or sometimes the ropes and somehow their threads and
towers?,
and sometimes the cars themselves that travel away?,
and the vision of the swans and the movements of the
winds about the weather of the day?.
And sometimes monsters' dreams and eeries and zombies
and all sorts of clumsy witches.
And sometimes all what is neither blue nor barmaid
and barcodes providers and nightmares of let say
backyard bro bro bro....
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
#HEY, SAY...
GIMME A GLASS OF ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER, FOR STARTERS...WITH A BRIGHT LEMON WEDGE, TO TAKE OFF THE EDGE!
"IN FACT, MAKE THAT A DOUBLE!!"
NO, I DON'T WANT NOTHING WITH FIZZ,
NOTHING WITH FROTH...
NO SCREWDRIVERS FOR ME, THAT MAY SET MY LIVER OFF...
"SHIRLEY TEMPLES" OR "EASY LIVINGS"
ARE BENEFIT PROPERTIES IN THOSE SPECIALTIES?
THANKS FOR THE CLARITY!
CAN'T AFFORD "DON'T MIX WELL---CAN'T YOU TELL" BLENDED POTENTIAL PENALTIES.
WELL, LOOK WHO JUST BREEZED THROUGH THE DOOR?
HELLO MENTALITY!
HOW'S SENTIMENTALITY?
STILL GOING STRONG, I KNOW YOU TWO HAVE A SOLID BOND!
HEY WHAT'S WRONG...
YOU HEARD A RUMOR WE, YOU & ME WEREN'T GETTING ALONG?
"WHAAAAAT!"
"COME ON' WE'RE FAMILY...AT THE END OF THE DAY,
A TRINITY, INFINITELY***"
I KNOW, I KNOW...
IT'S JUST THAT...
I HAD FROZEN BAGGIES OF ORGANIC BLUEBERRIES, WONDROUS! YET, I REFERENCED THOSE AS SECONDARIES!
BECAUSE, I PREFERRENCED BELOW...
THE DARK CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH CARMEL DROPS...
*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* AND *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*
NON-STOP!
THAT WHOLE ENTIRE BAG...
CRUMPLED TAG!
CALL THE COPS!!! CALL THE COPS!!!
DIVINE MIND, GET A GRIP!
IT'S NOT EVERYDAY, IF IT WERE...
I'D HAVE A PRICE TO PAY!
YOU DON'T DRINK, YOU DON'T SMOKE, YOU EVEN REFUSE TO HAVE A COKE! LOOK AT ME...I'M IN A BAR HAVING A DOUBLE LEMON WATER!!! NOT EVEN ON THE ROCKS, IN JULY...89° DEGREES OUTSIDE, AS A HIGH!
STOP GUILTING! QUIT TRIPPING!
YESTERDAY, "DARK CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH DROPS!"
TODAY, BLUEBERRY BLISS "NOT TO MISS" EMPHASIS!
ALSO REMEMBER..."YOU'RE A WATERHOLIC!"
"AS WELL, WE...US THREE***
HAVE TO REMAIN {SUSTAIN} A UNIFIED TRILOGY!"
EXTRA LEMONS, EXTRA RHYMES,
AND OCCASIONALLY...
BUTTERSCOTCH CARAMEL DARK CHOCOLATIES...
HOLD THE GUILT, INDEED PLEASE...
"JUST ENJOY LIFE, BIG & SMALL, ESPECIALLY...."
*PLOP* *GULP* *WRITE* ALRIGHT...
***RIGHT***
Renee D Gross {GHPPR} June 10th 2023#
Neon vodka splashes into plastic cups.
Booze-hounds doze
over imaginary throbbing bikes,
their noses tucked into studded chests.
A thick thighed woman whoops
and cusses for no apparent reason,
adjusts her rocking bar-stool,
squirms while cajoling with a low-cut.
“Give her a long slow screw”,
mumbles a gray bearded angel with a leery wink.
Beside him, edged into oily leather, his wing man
strategizes some hasty unzipping.
Later, hid in the dirty light — he just might
if she waits for him outside by a wall
one leg lifted.
~~~~~~~
FYI
“A long slow comfortable screw against a wall,” is a cocktail:
ice
1 part vodka
1 part sloe gin
1 part Southern Comfort
orange juice, as needed
1 part Galliano.
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Darts zip through curling clouds of smoke
Slipping through fingers to find the mark
Moving targets fall away at the speed of light
Hurled objects with feathers score with the floor
A bar tender smiles as drafts suds up
The bullseye is nowhere near his ear
Workers are too bored with life to care about Polly parrot
Darts miss marks by a mile as the cage gets hit
Birdie is saved this time from an errant flip of the wrist
Beers at happy hour have never been more happy
Unguided missiles do little thinking in the wee hours
Young men scream out insults to top one another
On whose mother has more facial hair and weight
As the board becomes more square than round
Pretty women play jutebox music to entice
To dance, to sharpen skills, to hunt for prey
With love and war all is fare they say
Coming to that conclusion while playing a game