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The Wild Night

Updated on June 15, 2014

By: Wayne Brown

The image looks back from the mirror with a smile

Time to hit the town night and go out for a while

Every hair is in place; oh the man the clothing makes

Time to get out on the street; the wild night awaits

The rain has stopped but the streets remain wet

The night is damp; sparkling and glistening yet

A distant jukebox throbs with rock n’ roll of late

As the storm rolls away; the wild night awaits

The girls giggle n’ smile as they try to catch the eye

Transformed in night beauty and walkin’ slowly by

Their wanting attention yet not lookin’ for a date

They know that down the street, the wild night awaits

The streets smell fresh washed off with the rain

The crowds thickens drawn by the musical refrain

Out front of the favored bar, feet dance upon the slate

Here they come lookin’ hot as the wild night awaits

Everyone stakes out their ground looking about the place

Searching for that pair of eyes; that pretty familiar face

Dreaming of new encounters that may occupy hours late

Hearts heavy with anticipation as the wild night awaits

The hours pass filled with red wine, dancing and fun

The night is almost over yet feels like it has just begun

And as the moonlight dims in the wee hours before light

The crowd drifts on home sated by yet another wild night

©Copyright WBrown2013. All Rights Reserved.

10 April 2013

© 2013 Wayne Brown


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      Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas

      @Vincent Moore...Glad I could stir those memories for you...maybe you'll share them with us! LOL! Thanks much! ~WB

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      Vincent Moore 4 years ago

      Wow I sure remember those wild times in the street and bars of Montreal when I was a teen. At 16 got my first bike a 250cc BSA superflame and what a fun ride, suicide bars and chrome and a hot babe holding on tight and rubbing you know what against my leather. Then on to my 57 Chevvy another great ride and parking and making out on off road sites, wow those were wild nights indeed. Great poem my friend, it brought back many fond memories to this old poet. Voted up and shared.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @SilentReed...I guess I can best explain it by saying that my poetry seems to be based more on the emotions and memories of the past whereas the politicial writing is inspired by present day and future fears. The poetry has been a very positive asset in refining my choice of words and phrases...really glad I got into it. Thanks much! ~WB

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      SilentReed 5 years ago from Philippines

      The ease with how you switch from serious writing about political shenanigan to poetic ruminations is inspiring and gives hope that all is not lost with the human race.:) Perhaps more poets and less lawyers in the august halls of congress?:)

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @Eiddwen...Thanks much, Eddy. Really glad you enjoyed it. ~WB

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      Brilliant ;I loved it and vote up/share.


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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @Gypsy Rose Lee...Glad you could come alone. I think what you describe is exactly what Van Morrison was singing about in his song. Thanks much! ~WB

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Thanks for the wild night. Reminded me of when I lived in NYC and me and my friends would go out on the town so thanks for the memories. Passing this on.

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @The Frog Prince...That it did, Jim! Thanks much. ~WB

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      The Frog Prince 5 years ago from Arlington, TX

      Brought back some memories from times in a different world and time.


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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @Faith Reaper...I have always liked the song by Van Morrison so it was a natural inspiration for the poem. Thanks much...glad you had fun with it. ~WB

      @drbj...Glad you could come along, Doc. We did rock n' roll! Thanks much! ~WB

      @breakfastpop...Oh! That's just too much to hope for! Thanks much! ~WB

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      breakfastpop 5 years ago

      Sounds just like the Inn! Up and awesome.

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      drbj and sherry 5 years ago from south Florida

      This was SO good, Wayne. I was right with you during your wild night adventure. Your photo set the scene and your perfect poetry drew me in. Masterful, my friend.

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      Faith Reaper 5 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, I loved this piece! I was right there with you. You words painted the night so vividly.

      Excellent! Voted up +++ and sharing

      God bless, Faith Reaper

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      Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

      @LINDA724...I kinda of thought that was their attitude...hard to cut from the herd on those nights! LOL! Thanks, Linda. ~WB

      @wayne barrett...I'll take a few of those memories, Wayne! Thanks much! ~WB

      @billybuc...I was not into poetry until I started writing here 3 years ago. I found quickly that poetry helped me with my choice of words and terms in my other hand salved the other so to speak. It was quite akward at first but soon I found that emotion like that driven by the music that you hear can be quite an inspiration for poetry. Sometimes I draw on my own experiences and sometimes it is just pure fantasy. You would be great at poetry, have the heart and the emotional resources to carve out some beautiful should give it a go. Thanks much. ~WB

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Wayne, you are one of the few writers who can shift back and forth between poetry and prose and do an excellent job at both. You are also a master storyteller my friend. You have the ability to dredge up old memories that we all can relate to. Another excellent piece of work.

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      Wayne Barrett 5 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Very nice, Wayne. I used to hang out on a strip similar to what you described here when I played in a blues band. Oh, the memories!

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      LINDA724 5 years ago from Dallas

      Yes....the girls dress for each other, but wear perfume for "him" as once again "they're" wanting attention but not yet for a date ;)