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In the Backstreets of My Mind

In the back streets of my mind, I sail 
in a sea of daydreams, my imagination 
is sometimes free to run helter-skelter.
Thoughts of tomorrow haunt me.

It can be tough to navigate through
this head that thinks for me. There are 
often traffic jams in the highway;
the railroad tracks visibly rusty

The footpath gets dark some days
so I

Categories: backstreets, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Backstreets

BACKSTREETS

In the back streets of my mind,
I play again the games of my childhood.
Vehicles few and far between, to interrupt our play;
Our soccer ball, leather scuffed by tarmac,
Thuds against the goal, chalked on the wall
Of Mr. Thompson’s house.
Until, his patience at an end,
He comes out, roaring, red-faced,
To chase us away, fist shaking.
“I know who you

Categories: backstreets, memory,
Form: Free verse

Escape Route In Backstreets

I haven’t walked for long
on the backstreets of my mind.
In the twilight hour i see now
the fading memory lane meander
to meet the dim pavement deserted
where our footsteps once echoed
with the resonance of our togetherness
as we walked hand in hand.

The mystic glow of the luring lights
cast our fused shadows on the present,
lengthening onto the past 
down

Categories: backstreets, memory,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

In the Backstreets of My Mind

In the back streets of my mind,
tears surge as I revisit a page.
 
My mind clears, I recollect the rage, 
the undreamed depths of hope caught frozen, 
ceaseless love, a soul that's broken. 

In the back streets of my mind; 
can you die of a broken heart? 

Adieu, had not been intended for our breath.

Categories: backstreets, grief, love,
Form: Free verse

In the Backstreets of My Mind

I have a worry that concerns me, for

it is related to my health, and

as it is always with me, thus,

it has darkened the backstreets 

of my mind, which used to

shine with hope; I pray 

these dark alleys

will again

fill with

light.


Sept. 25, 2019

Categories: backstreets, how i feel,
Form: Etheree

In the Backstreets of My Mind

In my mind’s backstreets lurks Miss Insistence
Pushing self-interest and preference
Questioning my worshipful reverence:
“Are you staying in the Lord’s residence
As immune from sin-virus’ decadence?”

With angst trying to prevail in my heart
My mind welcomes Mr. Deceit’s sham art 
Magnifying pride with arrogance-dart
Mocking my yielded soul to God’s rampart
As if saying “You’re wrong right from the start.” 

Mrs.

Categories: backstreets, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Backstreets and Galaxies

I will tell you of the backstreets
In a brain that has grown old
A mind that has wandered often
When it was young and bold

Old brains should deal in minutiae
A myth right off my tongue
For mine looks at the universe
I couldn't solve when young

It thinks of distance in light years
Time as infinity
And whether stars are live or

Categories: backstreets, old,
Form: Rhyme

In the Backstreets of My Mind Where Cobwebs Live

In the backstreets of my mind where cobwebs live,
from time to time.
I need to dust the cobwebs from past hurts off,
and send them on their way.
I need to dust the cobwebs from past pain off,
and say, good riddance to you this day.
I need to dust the cobwebs from the unforgiven off,
and say, I will not

Categories: backstreets, day, forgiveness, humorous, hurt,
Form: Free verse

Backstreets

As I travel down 
The roads of my life
I love the easy roads
Brightly lit
And easy to roll down

As I pass the exits
Of the backstreets of my mind
I see

Regret Street
Sorry Avenue
Anger Way
Memory Lane
Excitement Road
Love Highway
Happy Lane

I wonder what backstreet 
I will choose to visit
I love the exits 
That bring joy
And wonderful memories

When I least expect it
My

Categories: backstreets, life,
Form: Free verse

Backstreets of Paris - Monsieur L'Vampyre

BACKSTREETS OF PARIS -  MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my back, I travelled light;

when Paris comes to all its greenery,
there's not a sight that means so much

Categories: backstreets, beauty, black african american,
Form: I do not know?

Backstreets of Paris

BACKSTREETS OF PARIS (Monsieur L'Vampyre)
One spring and sunny day I set my sight
behind my darkened lenses, feigning night,
so I might stroll in my own way
and see what's life in light of day,
my thread put to my back, I travelled light;

when Paris comes to all its greenery,
there's not a sight that means so much to me
as

Categories: backstreets, angst, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness,
Form: Rhyme