Best After Midnight Poems

(saw a mistake with a rhyme and just now revised this)

I’m on a Greyhound bus – six hours till dawn
It’s late and dark. I think that I must be
the only passenger whose light is on.
I’ll keep that tiny light trained down on me
because I want...

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CHERRY BLOSSOMS AFTER MIDNIGHT

his sweet voice, I savor
i shake off the shivers of December
his cordial words warm me
i adjust the heat, grab another blanket
the vibration of his vocal cords
similitude of a lover’s lullaby
the sea so gentle, the silver moon
i’m lulled to sleep by his cherry...

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Finally, the hectic day is over,
and all I want to do is sleep.
But, as soon as my head hits the pillow
that voice of inspiration comes to me in the darkness.

Brilliant words flow to me from out of nowhere.
And as I have learned before,
if I don't...

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I just need to get some sleep,
As I lay here beneath my quilt,
Yet, I know these words will not keep,
By morning they will die and wilt.

Turning on my lamp, hurts my eyes,
As I sit up in my warm bed,
No matter how hard it tries,
The lines...

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There's a time of night that's heading towards morn
often I find my creative side born.
Beautiful images cascade around me;
worldly depictions of life that astound me.

Maybe I'll stare out my window and think;
perhaps gaze up at the stars that wink.
Be a weaver of dreams with my...

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YELLOW IS THE SUN IN THE SKYLINE after Midnight- -

Once upon a midnight flat;
It was matte, imagined that!
'It's that even,' I muttered;
Yellow as sun and butter;
…..a rainbow of mystic skies;
Beautiful site between the eyes;
Passions liken a blonde celandine;
Bright byzantine, lupine, and benign!
Solar capsicum minds the...

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Raina, who lives next door,
is always tending
her garden after midnight, sipping
milagro straight from the bottle.

Once I watched her from my window, 
as she cut out weeds 
and thumbed her flowers sans glove,
bottle in hand and smiling hard,
like a woman in love.
I asked her why. 

She...

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Scores of white lilies bloom - slicing night air
with a deadly perfume.
Nostrils flicker and consume
scented ghosts haunting the room....

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Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced 
well nigh high noon same day)

On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought 
poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,

asper...

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Methinks resurgence of wakefulness
after bewitching hour i.e. midnight
quickly dissipating before dawn
quasi baptism regarding
preternatural soulful immersion
amidst spiritus mundi

foretaste awaiting expiration
regarding corporeal being
yours truly approaching mortality,
despite atheistic predilections
mine consciousness anointed
amist pantheon renown authors

analogous to dead poet society
ephemerally, fleetingly, gloriously
rejuvenated injecting inspiration
channeling, kindling, tindering
divine ethereal effervescence
allowing, enabling, proffering

exquisite...

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Where Upper West and East Side ended in sounds
Showing me the way where the female singer Carolina and I
Together shall meet the Law of Natural was translated
Into glorious flesh and in fire all 
My body and tears emerged in the flow.

Till the vigilant noon
Took us...

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It's midnight, another long, lonely day is through
so tired yet wide awake, missing her as I do
In the dark I just toss and turn, waiting to find sleep
Time passes by so slowly when loves wounds cut in so deep
At one am shaking hands light another...

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When death sent out its calling card 
the heavens came in view
Psalms to reach the Angel’s ears
one voice had broken through
Grace within her every word
each feeling soul infused
Patsy singing from above
—to bless the chosen few

(Remembering Patsy Cline: May, 2022)...

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Shards of lambent moonlight drift across crumpled charcoal sky, 
gleaming snow clad laneways flaunt ancient ghostly footprint, 
dream world boisterous cabals lurk in blue ink shadows,
glow worm street lights peer o’er nocturnal hour hush, 
swirling toll of dulcet midnight bells defrost black ice veil,
mud stained...

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After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls

After Midnight
The bugles will blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know

After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
All tales to reflect

After Midnight
The ticking won’t stop
After Midnight
The bottom has topped

After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known

After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege

After Midnight
All...

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