Long Boozers Poems

'Twas the night before the New Year. Gawd! All the beer had gone dry
Not a house or a tavern could renew our supply.
Was I too drunk to recall if what followed was fact?
While we drunks...

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Run run run frm ya demons run run run its duck season 
Run run run frm da wizard run run run frm da blizzard 
Da lizard king skin ripper
Run frm ya visions 
Run run run...

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NYC nior in black and white

NYC nior in black and white 

Dark landscapes 1957 NYC 
of automats radio city and hotdog stands 
memories of things past 

Take us back to lucid dreams of light and...

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So slick and sexy.  Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”

So many barristers are – if not losers, 
low earners...

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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on...

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I got many rivals
I’m always hiding in shadows
Searching for scripture to read
And meditate from my bible

I have a diagnosis 
Your thinking a poor prognosis
But that is ok I know the one
Who can fix my psychosis

I...

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Skagway, Alaska in the late 1890s was sure a rowdy place alright!
It was seethin' with humanity a-raisin' hell all through the day and night!
'Twas the gateway to Chilkoot Pass beyond which lay Klondike gold!
Why! ...

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Black hoodie, black gloves and a black balaclava 
Allegiances born of belligerent father
A council estate with yards full of tyres
A rucksack that’s laden with tin tacks and wires 

Cars outside boozers where loyalist losers
Don’t spot...

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God on my side
Guides my path and controls ripples
That endeavor to sneak astride
Initiatives I take in triples

To galvanize and utilize my talents
To the fullest in concordance with the Creator’s specifications and intentions
Cooperating and collaborating with...

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A Political Machine
Two Standards
Tom Wright
7-5-2016

After laying out charges
the FBI suddenly flipped,
Now Lady Justice has had
her blindfold stripped.

Someone lent his opinion
on a two year old mystery,
A day now ordained
to be written in our history;

This day it...

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You knew he was in when you heard the loud din,
his trademark for letting folks know,
he had arrived and his voice loudly cried,
to make sure that we knew it was Joe.

The whole bar was alert,...

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The Rot Gut Incident

Tumbleweeds blew into Town
Rolling two bearded cowpokes with them
Looking for some action and the sheriff
The Bloody Mary is the only saloon in Rot Gut
I reckon this is a proper place for the...

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I was a self-admitted misanthrope	 
unwilling to lose or drop a case.
I often threw a rope-a-dope
just to win; I never lose face.

I worked the dark streets
for dark, and even darker, clients
while the cops walked their...

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The Small Cafe

Waiting...
for a friend.
I asked her to coffee, 
she did not look well. 
It is hard to say how.
A little disheveled, 
perhaps heartbroken, 
worried, 
concerned, 
flawed in some way, 
self doubt, 
illusive perfectness...
trending against...

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Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat
Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass
Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot,
Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure
Thrown oot by the families in the closes.
Fur...

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“A body can’t do everything,” frets Grandma.  
Hannah instantly joins kinswoman, laying
monogrammed napkins, opening peas quickly.
Reluctantlyly stopping, turns unto visitors.
“Who xrates young zucchini?”

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R ashly  he didn’t stop
A t the railroad crossing
I  t...

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Another one bites the proverbial dust
offing them's difference tween boom and bust
well, not really boom, sure not nuff for a trust

but YAY now there's three down just two more to go
foxy cats glad to see...

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Beet red face,do you just booze to lose.
Sorry old life,but it's a life that 'you' choose

Whatever you've done,and whatever you do,
your lives just a waste,sad but it's true.

Boozers are losers,you can't change that fact,
Boozers and...

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I am a true Saints fan
(A grouchy old 'Aints' man)
Always pessimistic
(Let's be realistic)
Disastrous seasons
Futile beyond reason
Professional losers
Cast-offs and boozers...
Could it be we're undefeated?
Shake me and repeat it!

We started many fads
(Fans in paper bags)
Would they have...

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