Charmed Chaos
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Murder of Crows
They share dark dreams and visceral prose
While above a murder of screeching crows
Binds their souls to scorching sin town
Driving a rusty winged cadillac
As they slip out the back Jack
When they can’t pay the rent
On their one room dirt shack
That looks down from the escarpment to Hell
Heading west to the famous Fremont Hotel
Where shrimp cocktails are still ninety-nine cents
And they bet their last dime on black 29
In the hopes of scoring a big win
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Love the title…love the poem…”They share dark dreams and visceral prose While above a murder of screeching crows Binds their souls to scorching sin town” What a way to start a poem! Love we chose the same song. 🙂
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Thank you so much Susie! Great minds…😊
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When you got nothin, you got nothin to lose!
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Lol. Exactly.
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Sounds like Sin City alright. Lotsa flirting with hell going on there.
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Yes!
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Love the beginning to this. And there’s always one more chance …
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Yes, there is. Thanks!
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You brought them to life, living color … cannot get Nick Cage out of my mind. Great write!
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Thank you Helen!
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All is okay, what goes on Vegas stays in Vegas.
This is very catchy, starting with neat title, keeps
our interest.
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Thank you.
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Way cool, Linda. My mom and my uncle once owned big-finned cars – they were so cool back then. I like the way you slipped “snuck out the back Jack” into your poem. Loved it.
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Thank you Sherry!
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“While above a murder of screeching crows / Binds their souls to scorching sin town” – Oh yes!
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Thank you q!
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I love where the image took you Linda! This is dark, magnificent, and wonderfully written!!
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Thank you dear Carrie!
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This sent a chill down my back.
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😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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The hope of Vegas well stated.
Luv the music video
Good Sunday
Much💖love
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Thank you Gillena.
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I can see this all clearly. Made me think of “Leaving Las Vegas”.
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Thank you!
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