Long Pall mall Poems

Conquistador, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s tercets : Conquistador

Message to fellow soupers: I have been trying to upload, in vain, yet another translation of a 
 Paul Verlaine poem titled: "Ballade in favour of those called...

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America
Well you should have seen turkey Sal
She fills herself with packs of Pall Mall
And not to forget about Coonskin-Cap Jack
Always a-travelling with a riffle on his back
The greatest thing a man can see
Is the vast...

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Feint faint "Fake" no nor'easter

If putsch comes to shove,
aye ain't no doggone fraidy cat
nor chicken little
fearing coup d'état,
yours truly simply
risk averse, and more exact,
he stays sequestered
within these four walls,
cuz tis safest inside this flat
always... mein...

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Jesus in Town
David J Walker 

Jesus could explain life like no other
Riding in the back of the 56 Chevy pickup 
The Farm to Market roads 
Crossing the country of a summer  
Lost in Lea...

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True noises from outside 
deep in the night of winter,
snow geese cadence call too
shake some sense of me.
Summon me to remember who I am, 
Bid me to evoke who I was.
 
I see fire in...

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Take me back to a time when have a Pepsi was for merry people at Christmas,
When General Electric fairy lights hung on real trees and pine needles fell,
Father Christmas smoked Pall Mall cigarettes because they...

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My cheap wine is the only thing I buy 
I'm so broke I can't afford to cry 
I'm so deep in debt, such a long way to get out 
The in debt blues is what...

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Days are darker as I stew
My memories gradually fading
Sitting alone day by day 
My Husband gone…passed away
Now I just sit, nobody knocks

Little knick-knacks collect dust
Above my Kitchen Sink 
Dirt clings against the window
Outside collected dirt...

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in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each 
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry 
revlon lipgloss and hairspary.  he is trying not to...

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in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each 
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry 
revlon lipgloss and hairspary.  he is trying not to...

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The shoulders chaffed, the weary backs
of pack mules cursed with intellect,
so briefly were unburdened from
the detrious of war.

A break for a line doggy
from the green corrupted alley,
the worst stretch of the worst path;
hell's putrid inner...

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I'm not smoking today ;
not that the urge has gone away.

It's just that I'm tight and smokes are high ;
but, clothes are cheaper, I won't deny.

I'd like to be known for my wit and charm...

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The John Player Special comin’ down the line,
I cough and I retch like a veteran miner;
a nicotine fix clawin’ into my spine,
my lungs turnin’ black like a napalmed vagina.
A Number Six filter tipped dream of...

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Anti-Poem – “Respirations In Blue”

the mother cooks food on the old gas range
wearing a blue dress she boils five potatoes
husband fred wears a red sweater smoking
pall mall non-filters that spew and respirate 
he stands with...

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Downhill dart
In a hard rain
Brakes squeeling loudly
Yielding no refrain 
No line to start
Only a race to begin
Staring at death 
Not expecting to win
Trophy worth taking
The poles are level
Showing no fear
Mimicking the devil
Pall Mall blazing
Fumes fade...

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Welcome Dane Anne 
to our humble abode
We hope it's to your liking
we hope that your home
but while your here
lets look around
OMG
there Phyliss
I wonder
what in the world 
is she doing here
well excuse me please 
she say's...

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I sit,
slightly hunched over,
Pall Mall in my left hand,
listening to Gail Pettis
In the Still of the Night.
The furious baseline
comes at me like the turbine
of a plain with an identity crisis.
On come a serene voice;
"In the...

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