Alfie Poems - Poems about Alfie

...My dorm room was bright this morning. It was disorienting. The sky outside was a cloudless, striking neon blue. The air was so crisp and clean, I could hardly feel it going in and out. It all spar......

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... As, A Place in the sun, Village Ghetto Land Pastime paradise, Land of La La, Master Blaster, Alfie, Living for the city, and Part time lover, Faith, Another star, With a child’s heart, Used ......

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...Arrows, what are they good for? In an embodied dungeon very near to my molested liver arrows pile up, bundles of barbs, each one a love letter that missed its mark. Some older ones still drip ......

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...Oh, please, tell me please- The name of the lovely lass. Her charming smile,- Angelic face and brown eyes,- Captured my heart in a flash. I was enchanted- In a twinkling of an eye. I......

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...We’re coming up on the spooky pumpkin-latte season, when days suddenly end, while I’m busy in some sterile, fluorescent chemistry-lab and there’s nothing to do but walk down dark science-hill to the ......

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...Charlie is awkwardly social. He lives his life on a cycle. He sometimes meets buddies, He likes to work on his studies, Charlie is awkwardly social. Alfie is cheery and popular, He’s consider......

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...There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs, surveying those white pyramids - Nests of ibis - ovulating - Opera. Across the bridge we danced, Swaying o'er the waves below - Spectred lovers on a ph......

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...Morning Slumbering in the shallow of sleep where memories of movies are seen The shift of the pebbles nibbled by tiny crabs senses of songs “ What was is all about Alfie?” Repeat itself sa......

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...Alfie was the first son of a billionaire Who bought a golden cradle for his son and heir There was no expense that daddy wouldn’t spare And perforated ping pong balls didn’t feature there On Al......

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...I have created for myself a lonely place of despised remoteness; many pictures I've taken off my shelf, running away from humankind, always refusing to settle down, leaving no traces of my trave......

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...There's a lady farmer from Seattle Who doesn't snore but moos aloud as cattle She will only lay On a bed of hay Where sheep can't sleep for her rowdy rattle. *+*+*+* There is a woma......

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...I did not expect to sing "What's It All About, Alfie?" with as much embarrassing 60s passion as I did in my urgent pre-traumatic midlife self-critical 30s. I thought, by now, I would re......

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...The mystery The mystery of life is enduring what is its purpose? A couple having sex on grandfather´s sofa while he is out milking his two cows. The consequences of this brief union was far f......

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...A waste of time I have been so busy writing that I have not had time to write. Ploughing meagre soil the harvest not enough to feed my heart. A mountain of words that tell nothing more than......

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...No skills involved, just natural instincts. No spiritual development skills, leftbrain worded messages about rightbrain instinctive natural/spiritual, indigenously multicultural yang-ou......

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