The Silent Speakeasy
"The Silent Speakeasy"
she guevara she
sashay speakeasy
monotone in neon poetry
notes not belonging
to diatonic scale of key
chromatic passenger a new story
she guevara she
Anagrams
rebellious
sudoku kings and queens
silent
dusty
schoolmaster (take off your te)
sedate
the eyes
bluest
glare
glean
she guevara she
the silent speak easy
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Golden Years” / Bowie
https://youtu.be/HRD0ghlFSgk
key, 9
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Categories:
speakeasy, cool, crazy, fun,
Form: Free verse
Winter's Lantern
The snow on the ground is aglow at midnight
A sheet of moonlight
Like a sketchpad with shadows
Stretched from tree limbs furiously penciled in,
A speakeasy dance floor from the 1920s
Mobbed and sashaying,
Doing the jitterbug,
With black arms and black legs
Pumping stutter-stepping,
Swaying forward then back
Hands risen as if polishing the air with praise
In a wind that creaks in these
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Categories:
speakeasy, moon, snow, winter,
Form: Free verse
Sober At the Speakeasy Pt 2
“Would you like another drink sir?”
“Sir?”
Vision blurred vision blurred
Tonight more than my drinks have been stirred
Blurred vision blurred vision
As the bottle empties the poison’s made its incision…
But awe man it’s not over
Willing of course on the assumption that the Lord says the same
forever for some years I want my days to roll
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Categories:
speakeasy,
Form: Free verse
Sober At the Speakeasy Part 1
"Table for one sir?..."
Here I am
A little bit older
A little bit wiser
I've been tested
Pushed to the limit to the brink
of insanity where I dip my “I” when I think
(my mind thinks even more when I sleep
never letting a plausible concept deteriorate in the sink)
But whether I was high or low or
it
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Categories:
speakeasy, hip hop,
Form: Free verse
Speakeasy
“Little boy, little boy, where have you been? Down in the cellar drinking your father’s gin?”
“Not I,” said the boy with a drunken laugh. “Who am I to drown in father’s wrath?”
“Little boy, little boy, you smell strongly of sin! I shall ask you once more—where have
you been?
“Good sir,” said the boy, stumbling through the
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Categories:
speakeasy, funny,
Form: Limerick
Speakeasy
You make me feel
I don't even think this could be a poem
Im just gonna speak
You make me feel like I was meant for something
Purpose…
I already knew I had one
This is probably the hardest thing ive ever had to explain
So, I already knew I had one but…what you give me is something entirely
different
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Categories:
speakeasy, introspection, life, love, passion,
Form: Free verse