Long Nightclub Poems
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We stagger on the slopes heading home
We had been bar friends and home could be anywhere in between
As long as little comfort settled in, home we were
This time, in the crack of dawn,
Rudely woken up by the chirping of the birds over our heads
The cold stone which we laid on started moving
Slapping my able friend for moving the stone deliberately
A sure fight amongst cronies of high and low moons stretched our muscles, flinty hits
Before we realized it, the attack from the hippo is never an amusing matter
Unfriendly noise that came from the animal and smite on my bosom friend's butts
Spear oozing blood, agony and torment followed in his stony face and voice with a straight baffling stare in my eyes
His voice combined with mine at the top, the animal running back to its peaceful resident
Onlookers, mostly fisher folks from their night duty and the women racing for grocery goods only lamenting at the missed opportunity for the free wild meat
Our wail only earned us a grain of stare as I hurried my mate to the nearest facility
After that day, I met not only a nightclub friend but a partner
As I ring this partner of mine,
I stand in peace to piece the pieces that knit our life's lessons golden and deep.
She saw it to be an
excessive thought
tasting the clams
in her crumpets
a tad bite sweet
and crumbly
a spent of lunch
or supper
More accurate than
the original
Savored with a rich
Citrus drink
One would think
It's accuracy is
excellent
to dancing or
a nightclub
a night of
extraordinary
flavor
Soothing suttle
bit excites
Ones behavior
I had a little misunderstanding 'bout a fellas size in shoes, the other night.
I said he wore a size eight boot, he said he wore a twelve, and you know he's right.
So Mister if you shake my hand, don't shake it all that hard, I may yell out,
'cos when they take the bandage off I may be able, just about,
To hold the contents of a half filled pint of stout.
And Lady if you're whispering sweet nothings in my ear, don't lean too close,
'cos when they sewed it back they couldn't match up all the pieces, it looks gross.
And a Taxi will be here in just a minute for to take this body home.
'cos that Gentleman outta the kindness of his heart,
Had volunteered to cure my wanderlust to Roam.
When they take the Cast off, I'll be able to walk
As good as any other man
Leastways a Man of Ninety that's been losin' touch with Reality, my friend.
And after the Plastic surgery you won't recognise me,I won't look the same.
At least that's what I'm hoping if this Guy should ever pass my way again.
Well I bought twen quarts of beer for him, and don't you know I had just one or two.
Then we decide to take a walk unto a Nightclub, where the Ladies all look fine.
And when the night was over the Conversation turns to which girl goes Home with Who.
But he don't talk nice, he just hits me twice, and I Hit the Road,
And he takes off with mine.
So i lie here in my Hospital bed and Crave in earnest
For a beer to Ease the Pain
As I gaze upon the Ceiling, as I listen to the Rhythm of the Rain
And I Sighed, as I Realised, i'd Socialised with a Certified Insane
And I hoped and prayed to god that he's just never gonna pass my way again.
Friends gathered to play 'Murder Mystery' online
Each person playing a role by game assigned.
One was a doctor, one was a teacher, one worker in nightclub,
With other roles assigned for fictitious group who met in a pub.
It was natural that each player used their own experiences
To provide color and meaning to the roles they played.
But the sense of déjà vu grew to eerie seances
As ghosts and reminiscences entwined, in play displayed.
The plot thickened and brewed like soup in a pot
Ingredient threads gathered together, refined when cooked.
Each player's own hateful intentions added spicy twists to the plot
That bypassed the script and set new outcome, with old ending unhooked.
Each player was suddenly aware they were scheming to kill in real life
The one person they all hated, and for past grave offences to avenge.
Strangely, that person was the nominated 'killer' who stabbed with knife
The play's victim in the script, who had threatened revenge.
The group had planned the perfect murder for the play's 'killer'
Who had innocently joined in the group's plot to murder him.
The game ended, and each player correctly identified the 'murderer'
A unanimous vote to knife the 'murderer', an 'Et tu, Brute' plot, gruesome and grim.
A temporary obstruction
A quiet despair, in a few weeks, I will be very
old, do I tell lies to myself, saying, I dance well
When no one looks, but why do I remember
the Buenos Aires tango in a nightclub in
In 1957, she was in her forties, but with a sleek
body, I was seventeen, so beat that Macron
Then, in the morning, shots were fired, soldiers
thronged the deck of the ship and running about
in the streets, looking for traitors, the name
The dictator gave those who disagreed with
His fascist ideology
To think that much water has run into the ocean
Yet it happens again, a new authoritarian
regime in Washington
a dark time for America
but I know the Americans will rise and be
free again
She saw it to be an
excessive thought
tasting the clams
in her crumpets
a tad bite sweet
and crumbly
a spent of lunch
or supper
More accurate than
the original
Savored with a rich
Citrus drink
One would think
It's accuracy is
excellent
to dancing or
a nightclub
a night of
extraordinary
flavor
Soothing suttle
bit excites
Ones behavior
The Disney Princesses went on a cruise.
Cinderella lost one of her shoes.
Ariel could not find her legs.
Wendy was chased by a pirate on pegs.
Mulan’s sword was stolen by the Hun.
One of Snow White’s dwarfs had run off with a nun.
It was a dour day for the princesses, in fact.
They could barely clap for the cruise’s nightclub act.
Made up of a witch pricking her finger on a needle.
They gasped and screamed, it was a tweedle-be-deedle.
This is the last cruise I will attend, Snow White said.
She and Sleeping Beauty both felt a sudden dread.
Come on! Said Tiana, there are always cute frogs.
Lurking around in these balmy Caribbean bogs.
But an alligator got her, so she turned sad too.
It was a bust, this Disney cruise orchestrated by Ballou.
I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun day trip,
paying punters paid to ogle and view,
the ever-arousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
[Smuppet is a word of my own creation. It’s a portmanteau
compiled from Social media puppet (or indeed, muppet). I
came up with it to describe a brainwashed smuppet on the
radio today, who said he won’t have the Covid jab because
he felt he was being told too, and also that vaccine ID cards
are an invasion of his privacy, his freedom and his human
rights... duh!]
*
You borrow a book so you show them a card
And you need a license to drive in your car
For overseas travel it’s probably best
To have a few jabs against some local pest
You enter a bar or a nightclub or two
And if you look young they want ID from you
The post office leaves a note if you are out
But without ID you are going without
If you have a job to do, that’s good for you
Security want your pass to let you through
And if you drive in there’s an app on your phone
That means you can park in the staff only zone
Well, Facebook and Tiktok and Instagram too
And PayPal and YouTube all know you are you
Some know where you are and some know where you’ve been
You’ve set up a world where you’re never unseen
At pop festivals they put bands on your wrist
To tell folk you’ve paid but a point you have missed
So, ’No covid vaccine: No ID,’ you’ve bragged
But all the above means you’re basically tagged
You preach to the world it’s a privacy dive
How awful that governments want you alive
Your arguments frankly are all but anomalous
When you claim your right to be Mr Anonymous
*
[I do, of course accept one’s right to refuse the jab
so long as the reasoning is sound]
She saw it to be an
excessive thought
tasting the clams
in her crumpets
a tad bite sweet
and crumbly
a spent of lunch
or supper
More accurate than
the original
Savored with a rich
Citrus drink
One would think
It's accuracy is
excellent
to dancing or
a nightclub
a night of
extraordinary
flavor
Soothing suttle
bit excites
Ones behavior
Plight your Troth