david-w-clare - Hello Poetry

By: David W. Clare I sorta knew better but became intrigued at the notion... It all began with one lonely emotion! Like a poisoned love potion... Out of the blue she sent money to the front desk of my flop house hotel deep in the city! More came later along with promises and lies... The bellman was asking way too many questions... I told him it was from an old debt. I bet he saw right through that alibi. He acted shy then the word got out I was a creep, I'm no little Bo Peep! She and I made plans to meet I was convinced by her intense sense of essence... She sent **** pictures in the mail, the front desk had opened to inspect! I suspect an indirect suspicion, the coat-check girl even ran through my pockets stole my coins and matches. Tough little ***** likes to rant, wants to flaunt her wants my way, asked me to pay for a roll in the hay after she got off work one day... Then the diabolical debutante went away... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC

Diabolical Debutante

By: David W. Clare I sorta knew better but became intrigued at the notion... It all began with one lonely emotion! Like a poisoned love potion... Out of the blue she sent money to the front desk of my flop house hotel deep in the city! More came later along with promises and lies... The bellman was asking way too many questions... I told him it was from an old debt. I bet he saw right through that alibi. He acted shy then the word got out I was a creep, I'm no little Bo Peep! She and I made plans to meet I was convinced by her intense sense of essence... She sent **** pictures in the mail, the front desk had opened to inspect! I suspect an indirect suspicion, the coat-check girl even ran through my pockets stole my coins and matches. Tough little ***** likes to rant, wants to flaunt her wants my way, asked me to pay for a roll in the hay after she got off work one day... Then the diabolical debutante went away... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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By: David W. Clare We live and pray striving each day Going it alone along our way... Frustrations make us strong, learning how to get along with the ones we've earned their love... Push and shove unaware knowing we must share sacrifices are the spices we must dare to taste allow no waste of time... Rise above learn to love thyself but not at the expense of the innocent ones... Be kind, use your head; not your mouth Be silent is strength in oneself... Tough guys fail and striveth like the battle of David and Goliath! Don't thrive on love from the past, cause hopefully you have both forgotten about each other... Move on into the new dawn Onward and beyond... The choice is yours, be not concerned what others might think... Be entrenched in your goals Silence is the key never share your secrets for that will result in delusion and folly... Most of all embrace wisdom not vanity this cannot be taught vicariously only inherited through failure and determination to succeed... For the price of wisdom is priceless indeed! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Jan 7, 2017

Jan 7, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC

The Poem of Life

By: David W. Clare We live and pray striving each day Going it alone along our way... Frustrations make us strong, learning how to get along with the ones we've earned their love... Push and shove unaware knowing we must share sacrifices are the spices we must dare to taste allow no waste of time... Rise above learn to love thyself but not at the expense of the innocent ones... Be kind, use your head; not your mouth Be silent is strength in oneself... Tough guys fail and striveth like the battle of David and Goliath! Don't thrive on love from the past, cause hopefully you have both forgotten about each other... Move on into the new dawn Onward and beyond... The choice is yours, be not concerned what others might think... Be entrenched in your goals Silence is the key never share your secrets for that will result in delusion and folly... Most of all embrace wisdom not vanity this cannot be taught vicariously only inherited through failure and determination to succeed... For the price of wisdom is priceless indeed! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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By: David W. Clare When it comes to shopping here's your key! Don't bother walking Targets aisle number three... There is no competition anywhere! Whether you need a loaf of bread, tools or underwear... Walmart is around every corner just for you! 24 hours and a dozen smiles easy to see... Prices so low; it's all almost free! Toasters, fans, beds, loafers, bikes... Clean bathrooms open up for you all day and night... Walmart offers parking under a big spot light! Friendly attendants will treat you right... The best security anywhere around! Why bother shopping at any other place in town? Crock Pots over on aisle 17! ...the best way to save money I've ever seen! Walmart, Walmart! Now you're shopping smart! Your right at Home at Walmart ! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Dec 30, 2016

Dec 30, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC

The Walmart Poem

By: David W. Clare When it comes to shopping here's your key! Don't bother walking Targets aisle number three... There is no competition anywhere! Whether you need a loaf of bread, tools or underwear... Walmart is around every corner just for you! 24 hours and a dozen smiles easy to see... Prices so low; it's all almost free! Toasters, fans, beds, loafers, bikes... Clean bathrooms open up for you all day and night... Walmart offers parking under a big spot light! Friendly attendants will treat you right... The best security anywhere around! Why bother shopping at any other place in town? Crock Pots over on aisle 17! ...the best way to save money I've ever seen! Walmart, Walmart! Now you're shopping smart! Your right at Home at Walmart ! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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By: David W. Clare When you grow up, always be fair! God is watching you, over here and over there... Testing us all; along our way! Seeing us awake or sleeping, every night and every day... If we steal, it makes him cry! So stop and think, before you try... Bad boys wind up; going no where! Fighting each other only to lose their share... Don't be curious; of what's inside there! Avoid the Pandora's box, for it leads to despair... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Dec 25, 2016

Dec 25, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC

Pandora's Box

By: David W. Clare When you grow up, always be fair! God is watching you, over here and over there... Testing us all; along our way! Seeing us awake or sleeping, every night and every day... If we steal, it makes him cry! So stop and think, before you try... Bad boys wind up; going no where! Fighting each other only to lose their share... Don't be curious; of what's inside there! Avoid the Pandora's box, for it leads to despair... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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By: David W. Clare Hollywood town has seen all kind of characters from infamous to bums! The hippest of all, exclusive dive bar that's been there forever; will outlast us all... Not your typical cowboy-trough or rag-joint hole-in-the-wall... No dancing allowed as silent drifters, hipsters and ****** **** on olives then ask for more... Dress-code strictly enforced; some meet there to get married, while others get divorced... You'll be sure to meet up with Humphrey Bogart and Cecil B. Demille, young **** chicks and a fat-director over the hill... Be sure and tell the bartender you'll be back, he will surely remember your tie, coat and hat... Welcome to the Frolic Room... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Dec 24, 2016

Dec 24, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC

The Frolic Room

By: David W. Clare Hollywood town has seen all kind of characters from infamous to bums! The hippest of all, exclusive dive bar that's been there forever; will outlast us all... Not your typical cowboy-trough or rag-joint hole-in-the-wall... No dancing allowed as silent drifters, hipsters and ****** **** on olives then ask for more... Dress-code strictly enforced; some meet there to get married, while others get divorced... You'll be sure to meet up with Humphrey Bogart and Cecil B. Demille, young **** chicks and a fat-director over the hill... Be sure and tell the bartender you'll be back, he will surely remember your tie, coat and hat... Welcome to the Frolic Room... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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By: David W. Clare I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked, she said her name was Wanda... A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip! Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met... Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat! She wasn't hungry but she knew I was... We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour... I was in the mood for some sweet and sour! All I got to eat was sour-dough! We got drunk on cheap ***** then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Dec 23, 2016

Dec 23, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC

The Coffee Break

By: David W. Clare I was hiding away from crooks when I met the only girl I thought I ever liked, she said her name was Wanda... A real oriental smasher, smart as a whip! Easy to be with at the coffee-shop where we met... Then she acted funny; kinda aloof like a Siamese cat! She wasn't hungry but she knew I was... We walked up hill in China town to the Shanghai Tower where they rent rooms by the hour... I was in the mood for some sweet and sour! All I got to eat was sour-dough! We got drunk on cheap ***** then she tossed me to the dogs, I wound up on skid row... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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By: David W. Clare She told me her family was well-off, then she started to cough... To me, putting on the dog was never impressive! I could tell she had plans for me that didn't include me at all... I was her pinata for the weekend! Drinks, dinner and a lobotomy were in store... Her place was in the city where I would be beaten up with kisses! Her wishes were venomous, yet I was at her command... Along for the ride! She drank heavily; especially before work as a stock broker! Seemed the joke was on me... She tried to fashion me into her dancing-monkey while she would grind the ***** She liked to slap me around with her scotch and sofa slaps... Only to watch me pull myself up by her bra-straps! I pretended all was great... Tainted love, violent date! Her high-heels stabbed my sense of pride! I was only... along for the ride! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Dec 21, 2016

Dec 21, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC

Along for the Ride

By: David W. Clare She told me her family was well-off, then she started to cough... To me, putting on the dog was never impressive! I could tell she had plans for me that didn't include me at all... I was her pinata for the weekend! Drinks, dinner and a lobotomy were in store... Her place was in the city where I would be beaten up with kisses! Her wishes were venomous, yet I was at her command... Along for the ride! She drank heavily; especially before work as a stock broker! Seemed the joke was on me... She tried to fashion me into her dancing-monkey while she would grind the ***** She liked to slap me around with her scotch and sofa slaps... Only to watch me pull myself up by her bra-straps! I pretended all was great... Tainted love, violent date! Her high-heels stabbed my sense of pride! I was only... along for the ride! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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"When you can trust someone more than you trust yourself." D. Clare

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC

Definition of a True Friend

"When you can trust someone more than you trust yourself." D. Clare

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...the coming new-year! "There are no such things as inanimate objects, only inanimate people." D. Clare

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC

Quote for 2017

...the coming new-year! "There are no such things as inanimate objects, only inanimate people." D. Clare

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By: David W. Clare The aging secretary bugged me all morning, she even tossed salt in my womb: eh wound, er I mean coffee... That old tuff broad must be nuts! Hector, was juggling the books behind Tracie's back again. He's blind enough to fall for them goofy lies... Another day at the office with a hang-over the size of a rusted-out Buick yanked out of an old junkyard swamp. Boy, was I zonked... My broken-down dented up car ran out of gas on the freeway. The tow truck almost broke apart from being too old... I swear, that creep-faced driver looked familiar. Yeah, that's it! I saw his mug-shot in the old town-square post office last year. He probably lied, told me he goes bowling on Saturday nights. What a hidden agenda... My job was answering calls until Shelly gets back in town... Her kid-sister went berserk and wound up in a not-so straight-jacket. She is a kept-woman, forced to serve and sleep with a callus man she cares nothing about... The county hospital phoned; she took an overdose, went into a coma... That's life in the big city! It's a pity that old hidden agenda... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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Dec 19, 2016

Dec 19, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC

The Hidden Agenda

By: David W. Clare The aging secretary bugged me all morning, she even tossed salt in my womb: eh wound, er I mean coffee... That old tuff broad must be nuts! Hector, was juggling the books behind Tracie's back again. He's blind enough to fall for them goofy lies... Another day at the office with a hang-over the size of a rusted-out Buick yanked out of an old junkyard swamp. Boy, was I zonked... My broken-down dented up car ran out of gas on the freeway. The tow truck almost broke apart from being too old... I swear, that creep-faced driver looked familiar. Yeah, that's it! I saw his mug-shot in the old town-square post office last year. He probably lied, told me he goes bowling on Saturday nights. What a hidden agenda... My job was answering calls until Shelly gets back in town... Her kid-sister went berserk and wound up in a not-so straight-jacket. She is a kept-woman, forced to serve and sleep with a callus man she cares nothing about... The county hospital phoned; she took an overdose, went into a coma... That's life in the big city! It's a pity that old hidden agenda... (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks

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