#lounge - Hello Poetry

THE POET'S LOUNGE, LET'S ALL GATHER AROUND, ALL...... POET'S, LYRICISTS, ALL WRITERS, and SONNETEERS, ALL STORYTELLERS, RHYMERS, and VERSIFIERS, as we BLEND IN HARMONY and START to INSPIRE, ALL ARE WELCOME, LET'S BRING THE JUICE, TO THE POETESS, SONGSTERS, METRICIST AND MUSE, COME AND JOIN THE GANG, IF YOU SO CHOOSE, AS WE VERSE BY VERSE and SOUND BY SOUND, I WELCOME YOU ALL TO: THE POET'S LOUNGE!!!!! B.R. DATE: 3/14/2025

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Mar 14, 2025

Mar 14, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

The Poet's Lounge

THE POET'S LOUNGE, LET'S ALL GATHER AROUND, ALL...... POET'S, LYRICISTS, ALL WRITERS, and SONNETEERS, ALL STORYTELLERS, RHYMERS, and VERSIFIERS, as we BLEND IN HARMONY and START to INSPIRE, ALL ARE WELCOME, LET'S BRING THE JUICE, TO THE POETESS, SONGSTERS, METRICIST AND MUSE, COME AND JOIN THE GANG, IF YOU SO CHOOSE, AS WE VERSE BY VERSE and SOUND BY SOUND, I WELCOME YOU ALL TO: THE POET'S LOUNGE!!!!! B.R. DATE: 3/14/2025

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Huff, puff, smooth bravado, This instrument that I play, Whisks me away into smokey, Desolate lounges, Filled with women in black and red dresses, Who would otherwise look away, If not for my silky, suave vibrato. Ooh, how I can carry a tune, My fingers dance on the keys, Like raindrops on a windowsill, The neon lights at the door, Buzzing outside in the cold. The only thing warming up, This cold little soul, Is a finger of rye, Adjacent to the ashtray, That holds my neglected cigarette. She watches, She listens, My face turns purple, As I pour my heart out on stage, Out in the open in this vacant place, With only the few of us around.

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Nov 7, 2023

Nov 7, 2023 at 9:54 PM UTC

saint_francis422

Tenor, Alto, Whatever

Huff, puff, smooth bravado, This instrument that I play, Whisks me away into smokey, Desolate lounges, Filled with women in black and red dresses, Who would otherwise look away, If not for my silky, suave vibrato. Ooh, how I can carry a tune, My fingers dance on the keys, Like raindrops on a windowsill, The neon lights at the door, Buzzing outside in the cold. The only thing warming up, This cold little soul, Is a finger of rye, Adjacent to the ashtray, That holds my neglected cigarette. She watches, She listens, My face turns purple, As I pour my heart out on stage, Out in the open in this vacant place, With only the few of us around.

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The unscrupulous cavalry shuffled aboard narrow lanes, Cutting in line towards Jager Bomb's tether, Cluttered duffel bags concealing cheap champagnes, Passing cruise ship commuter's ruffled feathers. With their fake, "excuse me's" en route to the bar, Coercing the conductor who's been under the weather With smug smiles and counterfeit Cuban cigars. Leaving the harbor three sheets to the wind The cowards commandeered Grandparents pool chairs, A little past midnight with no foresight of end, An abrupt brawl broke out, fists flying through air. A sightseeing whale trip turned into a ship from hell, The assailants now held in a South of Wales cell.

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May 2, 2018

May 2, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC

_trf

Carnivore Cruise

The unscrupulous cavalry shuffled aboard narrow lanes, Cutting in line towards Jager Bomb's tether, Cluttered duffel bags concealing cheap champagnes, Passing cruise ship commuter's ruffled feathers. With their fake, "excuse me's" en route to the bar, Coercing the conductor who's been under the weather With smug smiles and counterfeit Cuban cigars. Leaving the harbor three sheets to the wind The cowards commandeered Grandparents pool chairs, A little past midnight with no foresight of end, An abrupt brawl broke out, fists flying through air. A sightseeing whale trip turned into a ship from hell, The assailants now held in a South of Wales cell.

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You My best friend Layed out your heart Fears, tears and vulnerability In a room That should have been locked Laughed at a donut left behind Described your depression A terrifying look inside And we sat there Emotionally exhausted Broken But broken together.

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC

thepaintedside

Teacher's Lounge

You My best friend Layed out your heart Fears, tears and vulnerability In a room That should have been locked Laughed at a donut left behind Described your depression A terrifying look inside And we sat there Emotionally exhausted Broken But broken together.

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I sit in a restaurant, quietly drinking my wine... I notice our waiter in his black & white clothes, His shoes were old and raggedy. I think of him struggling to earn a living, Surviving off the tips customers give him after serving their food and drinks... And yet he is smiling. I watch a 65 year old couple playful arguing about what to eat. Surely They've been doing this for years cause the waiters greet them by name. Aah, Love never grows old. *(Mr & Mrs Koekemoer) I see a business man suited and booted. His always on the phone and always in a hurry. He spills some coffee on his white shirt. Ag! He seems to be annoyed with himself... Now I'm looking at this Girl in front of me. A cute yellow-bone with a mini-afro. She has brown eyes and her lips are shining with cherry lip-gloss. Her smile can sink a thousand ships. Wow, I'm happy around her. But... I notice the missing finger she tries to hide with her other hand. No poetry can describe thy brutality. But still, she is WORTH it...

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC

TheMack

Tipsy

I sit in a restaurant, quietly drinking my wine... I notice our waiter in his black & white clothes, His shoes were old and raggedy. I think of him struggling to earn a living, Surviving off the tips customers give him after serving their food and drinks... And yet he is smiling. I watch a 65 year old couple playful arguing about what to eat. Surely They've been doing this for years cause the waiters greet them by name. Aah, Love never grows old. *(Mr & Mrs Koekemoer) I see a business man suited and booted. His always on the phone and always in a hurry. He spills some coffee on his white shirt. Ag! He seems to be annoyed with himself... Now I'm looking at this Girl in front of me. A cute yellow-bone with a mini-afro. She has brown eyes and her lips are shining with cherry lip-gloss. Her smile can sink a thousand ships. Wow, I'm happy around her. But... I notice the missing finger she tries to hide with her other hand. No poetry can describe thy brutality. But still, she is WORTH it...

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