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Bucket List

*** Bucket List ***

   I want to discover the regions that rise
Up from between blades of grass and climb
To alien atmospheres; I want to examine for traces
  Of fingerprints left on guitar strings, to know
If talent carries a transmitting touch.


Then, I might dwell some long days peering  into
The brush strokes of

Categories: alleyways, art, beauty, christian, desire,
Form: Free verse

Algorithmic Alleyways

Lost in an algorithmic alleyway
I shuffle papers seeking warmth’s rapport
each page a heartless memory gone numb
rustling sheets - torn sails - confined to shore

catch still the drifting scent of distant seas
translate life’s deepest dreams so weeping eyes
can taste the salt sting spray of breaking trough
lie still amid the silence when it dies

Yet still I scribble

Categories: alleyways, poetry, writing,
Form: Sonnet

Alleyways of Stone

A highway of regret…
  an avenue of denial

A boulevard of hopes and dreams
  where footsteps have defiled

A thoroughfare of wanton time
  each choice a dead end road

In fated plundered wanderlust
  —dark alleyways of stone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Categories: alleyways, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Alleyways

Alleyways


Ill thought of entryways,
back doors for the less than,
dimly lit to conceal the other side
of Main Streets façade.
Trash cans, disputed bounty
of the homeless and rodents,
loose change of empty cans
and bottles rattling in old
carts, recyclers by default.
Film covered windows
overlooking the bleakness
of immigration’s flaws.
Scented breezes wafting
across oceans, introducing
themselves. Echoed footsteps
trudging littered alleyways,
entering darkened doors.
Homes that offer laughter
and

Categories: alleyways, culture, family, immigration,
Form: Free verse

Behind the Shadows, Around the Corners, and Through the Alleyways of Our Hearts

<  It hides behind the shadows, around the corner and through the alleyways of our hearts afraid to surface lest it be called upon to show itself and bare its soul.


    It lays alone and lonely, well hidden behind its fears.  Nonetheless, it desperately attempts to search its way slowly,

Categories: alleyways, hope, love,
Form: Blank verse

Back Alleyways

I was one of those fools, lurching
about in the streets. My chin, gushing
its cherry juices, was sliced open by some
ghastly blade flying in the night, a weapon
wielded by pure madness. I was crouched behind
a bordello dumpster, caked in joyous grime,
a man challenged by none but bested by all.
Sick, weary, bloodied, and clueless, I sat
naked in

Categories: alleyways, society,
Form: Prose