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Ms. Cynthia Jazz"Ms. Cynthia Jazz" -C. Gerhard BuehlerMs. Cynthia Jazz
Goosebumps bristle
Under skies of no particular color Summer flamboyance in the peacock clouds Waltzing, freed from a painting Cast in oils
The sunlight seeped in sounds from below From juicy Cynthia Jazz, wrinkle cheeked And all winter’s subterfuge can’t derail her, And her eccentric illusion
Chromed cocaine swaggers Rushed breathing into a glass of ice Jack on the rocks, tipped back
Drip, drip Lingering fingers No season eroded, no use for it Twirling crashes, sli
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Serenity On Tap"Serenity On Tap" -C. Gerhard BuehlerSerenity On Tap
Arturo Fuente atmosphere surrounds The shuffling feet of heart aches, whiskey coated Silhouetted by black light moonlight in the bar Filtered in, through the tavern’s stained glass window
Most patrons suffocate on the sincerity, The blues, using a controlled burn to shoo away something cold Evening air pressing it upon them, And a dour band on stage keeps watch, synergy rising From the sacred satiny brass
A portion of moonlight is carved up by patterned grates Bars on windows witness last call How it li
by ~rekka360
Winged Moon"Winged Moon" -C. Gerhard BuehlerWinged Moon
You can see them close to the ground Just above the grass but between the blades A sea of green swords fighting over graves of emperors, Graves for children who are as good as nameless
Fireflies never tire I challenge you to see otherwise They always dance, ponder, look for new pathways Headed for a hollow moon above Trying to lift as wistful spirits might have, Dead men hoping for another place
Trees full of winter bring the black birds back, Some voodoo tempting them to stay Glassy snow stirred up by ink
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Blue Nightlight"Blue Nightlight" -C. Gerhard BuehlerBlue Nightlight
Brown warm sad sugar on stage Sweating mean in the dirty neon heat Sultry poured from the spout of her voice, Worn like a dress hung on shoulders of the throat Keeping pace with the brass, this sweet no cage bird
Dirty sugar sounds pounding out demands Beating on the walls from the inside out, Stainless steel notes played southpaw,
Aimed at the stretch marks on the old tavern wood
Chords pressed against one another like traffic Jammed up in nowhere for my old time girl Up there on stage she be
by ~rekka360
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I really love this kind of Background ^^
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The people who run it are making stupid amounts of money from poets who don't know any better and who are just excited to see their work out somewhere they think is public.
I think it is disgusting that you are trolling for them now, I wonder, how many other people with poetry on dA have you sent this exact same message to?
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