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memorable one-liners
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Written By: Sobre El Amor
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Sassy describes someone who is lively
someone bold
with confidence and displaying a
charmingly fresh attitude
a spirted witty and slightly cheeky Woman,
that what I have with you.
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We fell in love in Ole Del Rio
neath ah strawberry moon
we were two lovers
taking chances
singin an Ole Lover's tune
when the music made us happy
we stood to do our thang
bouncin swayin and grooving
while the singer and band
did there thang
we feel in love in Ole del Rio
listening to an Ole Crooner sing
I said something nice
nothing fancy when she
showed her fancy gown
sexy model had me thinkin while
she pranced and promanded around
We fell in love In Ole Del Rio
Neath a Strawberry Moon
the music started playing
folk jumped up like they were
on there honeymoon
Las Vegas Town
By Franklin Price
7/16/2016
Las Vegas town in mid-July is quite the place to be.
The temperature is hovering around one twenty three.
The cool casinos welcome us to pay for their AC.
We bring our money with us to roll the dice and see.
Our car is waiting in the sun. We cannot touch the wheel.
If we were sitting naked there, a sauna we would feel
But then again the cops would come and throw our ass in jail
Would waste our gambling money when putting up the bail
We keep our clothes and suffer until the car is cool
We cruise the strip in comfort. Mom did not raise a fool
Saturday is crowded and the heat's on every face
We leave the strip and go downtown to find a cooler place
We pass the wedding chapels that abound in such galore
A tradition in Las Vegas is awaiting at the door
We're married so we do not stop, downtown calls our name
How can we lose our money if we do not play the game?
Parking high on Binion's lot, in fact we're on the top,
The elevator's slow and old just like its carried crop.
Finally the doors slide open and tables come in view.
The scene from past familiar, quarter slots are calling you
Wheel of fortune, cherries jubilee, bars and stars abound
Promises of fortunes as the wheels spin round and round
Must play the max to win the max. You cannot be afraid
Luck not work makes millionaires. That's how the game is played
Progressive slots offer the most if the spinning match is right
But our gambling bucks were gone at the ending of the night
We had our fun, we did our thing, no practice of refrain
We only left what we could have flushed, affordably, down the drain.
69.
My Memories of Las Piñas
Las Piñas - memories sweet
Soul was innocent and neat
I miss the friends of childhood
The closeness of neighborhood
It's where I learned ABC
Twinkle Stars and 123
I miss the townhouse playground
My afternoon hang around
With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Len-Len
Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten
It's nice when night was brownout
My friends and I would play out
After church mass, family
SM Southmall was hobby
When Holy Week was around
Night film showing on playground
Also on time of summer
Neighbors resort together
When it's Christmas eve and night
Flood the gifts from left and right
Best is every New Year's eve
Night's merriest street party
Visit kin both side parents
Those another excitements
Oh Casimiro Townhomes
I should have never left you!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
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 at the amount of silver and gold.
What is this place? He asked. They should be asleep.
They are gambling fools, taking risks and a leap.
This is Las Vegas, the casinos educated the moon.
People come here and act crazy like some kind of loon.
They have to take out loans, a temporary balloon.
To pay their gambling debts. Our owners sing the tune.
But it is time to sleep, the Moon said to them.
He did not like this foolish place, built on a whim.
Its lights, cameras actions, day, noon and night.
The Moon truly wanted to turn out the light.
Headlights stream along the strip
Late night dreamers on a trip
Neon lights shining bright
Everyone's feeling lucky tonight
Crowds bustle on the sidewalk
Wild laughter & small talk
Silhouettes smoking cigarettes
Pink Cadillacs & red Corvettes
High rollers & classy chicks
Cowboys getting their kicks
Sharks in suits
Snakeskin boots
The Devil’s drawing them in
Tempting them with sin
He’s playing them all
Watching them fall
He begins his dance
Playing with chance
Gambling with their soul
He lets the dice roll
All bets are on seven
A trip to heaven
Only the dice will tell
Who’s going to hell
Hundred dollar bills
Whiskey & wild thrills
Burning with desire
The city’s on fire
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 something more significant
other than this out there than here
Than awaken again tomorrow with a
sore neck from staring up at a sky full
of shooting stars
Constantly wishing and waiting for the quickening crash of thunder and lightning
to strike
And with such levity and brevity of
clarified thought and sadly devoid of
any means of leaving this world's earths atmosphere behind
I instead have no other option left but
to try and imagine it's splendor in my
mind's eye
And even if I was to take this journey
on my own alone with not another
single soul or anyone to tell
How would that be any different
but rather so much better than being
surrounded by people but nobody
willing to listen
I think at least much like the 1st Apollo
crew taking 1 small step for mankind
who returned
I would rather happily live out the rest
of my life as a Giant
Jettisoned as a castaway just me myself
and Wilson
Gazing out a porthole both utterly bemused
and blown away taking in an ever increasing
impressive interplanetary firework display
Thankful for the fact this ethereal majesty
has thus far been spared from humankind
Otherwise this would probably by now
have been turned into a ride on an
amusement park complete with hotel
casino fast food chains and shopping mall
AND I THANK YOU GOD FOR THE GREATER THINGS
Y GRACIAS A DIOS POR LAS COSAS MAYORES
Le agradezco por cosas más grandes
cosas más grandes estoy agradecido
Le agradezco por cosas más grandes
cosas más grandes estoy agradecido
Le agradezco por cosas más grandes
cosas más grandes estoy agradecido
Aleluya, Aleluya
Padre Dios, te alabo Señor
Y te agradezco
Le agradezco por cosas más grandes
cosas más grandes estoy agradecido
Le agradezco por cosas más grandes
cosas más grandes estoy agradecido
Le agradezco por cosas más grandes
cosas más grandes estoy agradecido
Alleluja, Aleluya
Padre Dios, te alabo Señor
Y te agradezco
Aleluya, Aleluya
Padre Dios, te alabo Señor
Y te agradezco
8/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
A broad, Las Vegas swimming pool,
still open the late in the night,
my buddy stands across from me,
and on his broad shoulders alights
a tall and olive-skinned beauty,
not two hours ago they met,
on my shoulders a small red-head,
who goes by the name of Yvette.
We met them drinking in a bar,
but it was such a quiet scene,
then my buddy had an idea,
I usually know what that means.
But tonight caught me by surprise,
a chicken fight…what are the odds?
To my shock the girls both agreed,
in that moment my friend was a God.
So now this bikini-clad girl
is clamping toned thighs ’round my head,
we charge with a drunken bellow,
but I see we’re already dead.
My friend stands tall at six-foot-five,
and his lady-friend is tall too,
they have leverage, Yvette falls off,
takes me down to the water blue.
We all pop up and start laughing,
and to me this vixen does cling,
I know I’ll feel thighs on my head
later, when we’re all done ‘fighting.’
Viva Las Vegas.
casino thoughts
Sitting in a casino of the damned
Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip
Playing the slots
Watching the crowd go wild
Watching the machines watching me
Drinking the free drinks of the damned
20 drinks too sober
And the gamblers on the gaming tables
Gambling away their fortune
Throwing money away
In hopes of the payoff
That somehow never comes
The pure decadent spectacle
The fake this and fake that
Phony this phony that
False New York
Paris in Vegas
Venetian canals, Roman forum
MGM Grand Lions
All fake, all phony
All deliciously decadent
The noise
The scantily clad waitresses
The men ogling the women
The women ogling back at them
The scent of wild decadence
Bad craziness in the air
The music – the lounge music from hell
The constant sound
Of money exchanging hands
It all overwhelms me
And I must sit down
And drink my reality drink
Drink it down and dirty
As I continue
To feed the hungry, greedy machines
Made in a workshop in hell
No doubt with child or slave labor
Imported from the third world
All my money
Is sucked into it
These machines from hell
The beast from revelation appears
Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty
Conducting this mad scene
And I am consumed by the greed
And the frenzy takes over me
All I want
All I need
All I desire
Is one more chance
One more shot
I scream
At the utterly unfeeling monsters
That ate my money
And chewed up my soul
And I know
The worst drug of all
Is the gambling fever
The gold bugs
I would sell my soul
If I had one left
For a chance
At the jackpot of life
Instead, I am reduced
To a pathetic broken down loser
Watching the world and Elvis
Pass him by
Viva Las Vegas
Imperial God of the American Dream
Goddess of the American Nightmare
Published in former people journal
NEVER BEEN TO LAS VEGAS NEVER FELT THE NEED TO VENTURE THE DESERT PERHAPS ITS MY ASTHMA THE DRY HEAT TAKING MY BREATH AWAY I ADORE BRISK AIR GROWING UP IN CHICAGO THAT CHICAGO BREEZE WE CALLED THE HAWK BLARING DOWN LAKESHORE DRIVE AS THE SUN BEAMS OVER THE IRISH RIVER LAKE MICHIGAN FROZEN OVER EVERY THING STILL FRESH AND NEW I AGREE WITH FRANK SINATRA I WOULD ABSOLUTELY HATE CALIFORNIA WEST COAST AND THE DESERT NEVER BEEN TO LAS VEGAS WHY I NEVER HAD THE NEED TO VENTURE THERE NOT EVEN THE SPARKLING LIGHTS CASINOS AROUSED MY SENSES I ADORE THE BAVARIAN ALPS I LIVED IN PERLACHER FORST ABTINY VILLAGE IN MUNICH GERMANY I ADORED WATCHING THE SNOW CAPPED MOUNTAINS IN JUNE THE WAY THE TALL PINES CAPTURE THE FOREST AMAZING TO WITNESS NEVER BEEN TO LAS VEGAS FUNNY THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ABOUT LAS VEGAS I NEVER GAMBLE WHY GO TO VEGAS WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD I AM TRULY BLESSED I BECAME AND ADULT IN GERMANY THE HISTORY OF AVA BRUAN AND THE FEURER AUSTRIA UNCANNING THEE OKTOBERFEST THE KNEELING BLACK KNIGHTS HORSE TOY TOWN TOWN THOMAS MANN STATUE IN MANN PARK THE STRASUS SEATED AT THE VEINERWALD VEINER SCHITZEL AND POMFRITTS FOR BREAKFAST A SALAD EDGED A CRISP REISLING READING RATZINGER POEMS THE BARVARIAN ALPS AND ME