Long Barmaids Poems

WHEN The WIND COMES DOWN LONG LAKE in OCTOBER 
 
(1 AM in the morning  -  Naples, Maine)

When unseasonable lake water balm 
meets you tripping out of Ricks’ Café 
after midnight
you know those...

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"50 Words for Poe: The Dolphin"  



Like Christmas 
all come at once
So too, to the 5th Dimension 
a motley crew had arrived
They were all now
One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest
comfortably ensconced 
all behaving like...

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On the first day of Christmas
my true love shared with me
a hope of being covid free.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love shared with me
Two sanitisers,
With hope of being covid free.

On the third day...

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"come on, get your coat off, its bloody ten too"
not even eleven and there forming a que
"just a barmaid" thats what they say
service with a smile, expected all day
we are more than just pint pourers...

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At the corner of the town you shall find it
A small den filled with cigarette smoke and booze
Wherever you decide to sit, just squeeze you will fit in
Among the best kind of people, the kind...

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Leap off a Day

Leap off a day full of struggle and toil. 
Pleasure-power fuels freedom's few precious  
hours. Head for the cellar where solace is
found. Shoulder a way through the jostling crowd.
 
The thicket...

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Dreamscape

Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.

Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon...

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They closed the corner store some time ago
the ciggies by the two we now forgo
our lucky bags now a recollection
as is browsing in the comic section.
Mechanics' Social Club no longer stands
their topless barmaids, striving local...

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Bar Stool Bed Sore Ode to the Record Machine

Smoking Winstons
At the Seaway Lounge
At 2:00 a.m.

The juke-box sighs out
Buck Stovell, Roy Crestline and an occasional Darla Parsell,
Whoever she is

Buxom barmaids who are 53 years old
Wear nineteen...

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A human tornado,
driven,
by influence,
by affluence,
by effluence.
The flotsam and the jetsam.
Come and get some.

I would not have came here
were it not for you.
You blame the walls,
I bounce off the walls.

The gift horse is here,
we claw at...

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When auld friends meet,
To chaw and waste,
And barmaid brings,
The Lad's the taste.

The more the taste,
The more the waste,
And under breath, the wives will curse when call for grace.
But wives agreed.  They took the vows.
And...

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I have conversed with the common man
in warm and well-worn pubs.
I have been a ribald, and a leery lout,
a seducer of barmaids.
I have been common,
the way a city pidgin is common,
its scabbed claws a common...

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I met her in a bar in Trinidad,
  a mother to the sisterhood was she -
three little girls what merry fun we had
  and what sweet memories of you and me.
Madame Estrella, a...

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Opera Star locked in death
Suicide laughs at the gambler’s fate.
Queen of spades steals his last breath.
Tchaikovsky’s opus gets a high rate.

Intelligence befalls the Queen of Spades. 
Good luck is not in her game.
Gamblers, hustlers, and...

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