a moment at a bar in midwests winter, nice buzz, nice bar, nice moment. reminiscent of a night outside a coffeehouse in summer, entertaining myself. tried to write it down.
Gently,
the night surrounds,
cool, like wet snow.
As the gurlz cruise,
touch, then go.
Cold beer by my side, coooooool, mellooooow, slooooooowww.
Cool Cat can't think, can drink, seems mostly for show.
Oughta have a buzz,not a beer.
'Cause,
the need is clear
for less cool, more cheer.
barstool below, i'm sittin' here, wantin' to know
of this march moment, cold, no flow.
No when, then, no way to grow
into something beyond, a winters' woe.
The dragon is sleeping, the damsel is dreaming, so;
the Cool Cat is seeming, to smolder and glow.
Bored, bored, bored, just laying low;
then," Check that out, Bro'! "
A passing ember, i'll blow
afire.
A dance conflagration,
we share appreciation,
in the dance floors amalgation.
As sweating sensations
cause fascinations
anticipations?
i
coulda had whiskey
coulda got higher
we
in winter attire for anothers desire
coulda been cooler
"purrrrr", this gurlzzz dancin' "grrr"
!
Cool Cat met a lady, a lover,
got her undercover;
a friend
Warm, i swarm,
"You lonely, baby?"
This poem's at an end;
we blend.
"Mixed Drink"
Cool Cat
p.s. i am Christian, single, intelligent, handsome sometimes, and not adverse to the concept
of a girlfriend, dancing, a few beers after work, or a cuddle.
She has to be purrfect, tho!!!!
p.s.s. this is not a dating service, this is a poetry site!
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Poetry by solomonstorm
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Written on 2011-03-22 at 15:22
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mixed drink
Cool Cat , in "Mixed Drink"Gently,
the night surrounds,
cool, like wet snow.
As the gurlz cruise,
touch, then go.
Cold beer by my side, coooooool, mellooooow, slooooooowww.
Cool Cat can't think, can drink, seems mostly for show.
Oughta have a buzz,not a beer.
'Cause,
the need is clear
for less cool, more cheer.
barstool below, i'm sittin' here, wantin' to know
of this march moment, cold, no flow.
No when, then, no way to grow
into something beyond, a winters' woe.
The dragon is sleeping, the damsel is dreaming, so;
the Cool Cat is seeming, to smolder and glow.
Bored, bored, bored, just laying low;
then," Check that out, Bro'! "
A passing ember, i'll blow
afire.
A dance conflagration,
we share appreciation,
in the dance floors amalgation.
As sweating sensations
cause fascinations
anticipations?
i
coulda had whiskey
coulda got higher
we
in winter attire for anothers desire
coulda been cooler
"purrrrr", this gurlzzz dancin' "grrr"
!
Cool Cat met a lady, a lover,
got her undercover;
a friend
Warm, i swarm,
"You lonely, baby?"
This poem's at an end;
we blend.
"Mixed Drink"
Cool Cat
p.s. i am Christian, single, intelligent, handsome sometimes, and not adverse to the concept
of a girlfriend, dancing, a few beers after work, or a cuddle.
She has to be purrfect, tho!!!!
p.s.s. this is not a dating service, this is a poetry site!
the management
Poetry by solomonstorm
Read 520 times
Written on 2011-03-22 at 15:22
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