Entertaining Glances...
by Amber P.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
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...stray glances-
a haphazard tapestry of fate,
spilled out through hazy cigarette smoke.... |
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Soft muted colors
make impromptu kaleidoscope
in my pint glass.
Slip past the warm blooded,
flush faced regulars,
the fretting malcontent hands,
fingering empty pitchers.
Salivating mouths,
shout their ill satisfaction.
I catch your stray glances-
a haphazard tapestry of fate,
spilled out through hazy cigarette smoke.
What intentions?
Foamy realizations leave their mark.
As I sip to the tunes,
watching sharks get sharked -
in pool hall glory.
We , full of promise and alcoholic malice.
Closing time paints a weary picture.
Will phone numbers call themselves?
-- Amber © 2002.All rights Reserved.
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Du'Gas |
6/13/2005 |
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| "Will phone numbers call themselves?" THIS IS AWESOME!!! |
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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
4/23/2005 |
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| "Closing time paints a weary picture"... Yea, who will follow whooooo -and to where...Wow, deep and another thought prevoker.. I write too easy and right there. YOu write with open thoughts everywhere and I read it over again and I get it..... Very well spoken of the unknown at night, in crowded places - as sharks manipulate the $$ you work so hard for- or is it talent. I'm reading another "A"- Lady,Sheee |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/17/2005 |
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| You have captured the ambiance well, Amber. I haven't been in a bar in a long time but I remember. Thank you. Love and peace to you. Regis |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
3/17/2005 |
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| No phone numbers never call themselves. Interesting. |
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| Reviewed by Phillip William Allen |
3/17/2005 |
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| You've just penned the reason I quit going to bars . Great impressions |
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