Angeles Poems - Poems about Angeles

Never had I met you Still I know your name, Because of the notoriety Because of the fame Written in stone Forever and a day, Many gone too soon Seems to happen that way Halls of Hollywood memories Echo down the tomb ... In a place of reverie Not a place of gloom Legends of the silver screen Lives of cinema and...

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Grimy sweaty dusk, ...

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Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday” me trudging walking gripping onward forward traipsing baxter street monday and its steep inclines going up like a dizzy sparrow passing vertical merry go rounds the sly moulin rouge turnabouts that sip spit with maraschino endives scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons the stoner pink boys lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs lost amidst the traffic tirades the propelling grind...

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Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez” gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood lighting...

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On Saturday, the L A Rams Encountered the Monterey Clams With no and, if, or but It was open and shut The Sopranos limped home like lambs!...

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Oh! Who are you going to call; whenever you're in serious trouble? Our troubled friends when you need help? (Just call upon the heavenly angels 911!) Oh! Who are you going to call; whenever you need them around? If you really need someone to help you? (Just call, just call angels 911!) Just call upon the heavenly angels 911! (Just call, just call...

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In this ever-changing world of entertainment any day An artist could accomplish what he once thought Was an impossible feat with a little elbow grease And dedication you may gain a reputation For being remarkable you'll see With the right preparation there's no limitations On who you could become but don't be dumb With all of the...

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This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty: Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where...

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After we met I thought we really had something, Really hit it off. It wasn’t the words we spoke, The easy fluorescent trail they made. Maybe it was the Japanese lantern Glowing over your bare shoulder Or the smile you threw To the side- To someone. Or maybe it was the cool damp air, Slight seduction of rain But no rain. Perfect, cool molecules, Layer on layer, Air sitting...

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Around the corner in an alley Behind a run-down diner On a nameless Los Angeles street Two strangers converge slowly on The appointed location where Their mutual connection set a meet On their first point of contact An explosive reaction that Produced something violent and divine They continued their encounters Coupling, colliding, entwining, dividing Nearly every day of aught nine Like every age of greatness The trysts...

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City across the water, night by violet aurora Los Angeles, we're further south than I thought (than we should be) I take a strewn-bark trail to get a better view Hand me the camera, Polaroids in quick succession (when is this?) It's not quite capturing it, never the depth of field we need Daybreak (remembering, there's no bay in LA) Scores...

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When an expanse of sands comes into view you’ll see sparsely dotted weeds lying flat on the ground. For soil is sterile and weather is harsh the weeds are not only unable to grow tall but struggle to survive by laying flat on the ground. Of this wilderness, though no vestige of civilization, a straight lined thin and lonely...

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Los Angeles 1982 my piece got me out of many a jam (but I mostly just pointed it) and the bad guy always said “I didn’t want to do it”, or “I’m misunderstood”, or that he wasn’t bad at all and when I showed him my badge and my integrity and called out “hands up!”,(if he...

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My Guardian Angels 4/2013 Tattooed Angels Enshrine my body, Protectors of what's right, forever vigilant All day and all through the night! Ganesh, Hindu Elephant God, Loyal son of Shiva and Parvati Embodiment of selfless devotion/remover of obstacles Provider of strength and honesty The winged Sufi Heart Coupled with the holiest name, ???? A constant reminder of Who I really Am, And from whence I came! Phoenix, symbol...

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I was a soldier fallen from grace Angels surround me saving my face Lonely and scattered struggling to find A place I could trust to share my mind. I found the soup Then it found me We began a journey That set my heart free A comment here, a contest winner I could spill my words without feeling a...

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