Best Alley Poems
Early rain falls gently
like your fingers
running softly through my hair
in our cabin down the valley
The wind breathes lightly
like your lips
treading kisses on my neck
as I keep humming merrily
Crimson poppies bow in silence
whilst I walk down the lane
I cross over the bridge
to cross over again
I watch the Tuscan sun
set down beyond the prairie
I dance in verdant fields
where once met a pink fairy
With eyes full of love
I follow fluttering wings of tiny fire-flies
which glistens in night sky
like little lantern lights
I pass through fragrant vineyards
which pour perfumes of wine
I walk distance and moments
in memory of time
I hold on to a star
which leads me somewhere far
to cobbled winding streets
to wherever you are
To the end of glowing moons
to the still sound of your cry
to a forgotten kite
which keeps freedom
soaring high
To the well of your thoughts
to that soft tender part
to the cascading passion
in the alley of your heart.
Gifting us a green canopy,
oaks bow with old South gentility.
For Brian Strand's the 'Podium placing promise(2)' Poetry Contest
Beside the Zhuque Bridge wild flowers bloom lonely,
On the Wuyi Alley the setting sun beams serenely.
The swallows that once nested in halls of the noble,
Have now flown into the simple homes of the humble.
(tran.)
All that time will do
is install you
in comfortable stockings.
The wind howls away the years.
Foxes hunt even while we sleep.
The binding is broken.
The straps are disconnected.
Wind carries away
even massive objects.
It is the tornado of life.
Chunk chunk
Clink clink
The mind keeps puffing
like a steamer.
Even pine trees are inspired
by the wind.
Shadow Rock hides the eyes
of children.
Their eyes grow heavy with sleep,
and they groan.
The bad dream progresses;
a story unfolds.
There can be no talking
during this time of storms,
this time of hiding behind rocks.
There is nothing left
worth stealing.
Dark alleys call me
cold mist gets inside my clothes ~
I sleep shivering.
Red tape maps certain ugly areas not yet examined properly
as the bad paths are clearly marked as worthless dust blown away
over a passage of time we need to live within the strength of obedience
To the very letter perfectly constructed
put into figures and words to reject God
Shadows dart within life they carry the dusk inside reality existing
debts gambling with our future growth in favour of a death wish
Which dishonours the meaning of love
and it's Divine right caring little about human equality
never forgetting who holds the rights to life and death key
In His hands their is mercy under such a grave sin confessed
entering these unlawful hallowed grounds lay buried deeply
disturbing the truth where it remains facts to be held under oath
Graffiti fades from the wall,
Alike the alley after dark.
"I was here!", screams the
Wrecking ball, leaving your mark.
In the moon I see you beautiful face, it glows love
The stars tell of your smile, that inspires me to write
Beautiful purple skies paint the scene for memory lane, of when we kissed
I miss holding you, looking at you, singing to you and telling you pretty things
The days go on, and this feeling for you grows stronger, I love you
I can't wait for the day in which I can hold you again, I need you
The way you look at me, the way you speak to me, you complete me
Drving down the street singing at the top of my lungs, for you I miss that too
For 6 years I have longed to be yours, and now I am
I shall seek to find, I will ask to learn
For my hearst desires are to be married to you and serve God as one
To weep at your side, to write and paint by your side, oh for you I yearn
Making you laugh honey, my favorite hobby
To place that ring on your beautiful finger, and have you call me hubby
You are my one and only, my love my all
I walk to joy, I crawl to learn and I lay to endure, for I shall live by the word of God
I will fight for us, I too have faith in a bright tomorrow
Alley my love my life, I have you in my mind all day
I miss your dimples, your baby talk, for us I pray
I love you mi amor, I miss you Alley
The moon sunk her teeth in a sky of black,
Over city backdrops and the scent of crack,
Neon spilled burning through traffic veins,
Dead man's handles on subway trains.
I tasted of acid in the end of night,
Snow descended dirty, off-white,
Staring through curtains at six a.m.,
Into the kitchen and back again.
All currency spent in the cheapest of bars,
The ones beside wreckage of burned-out cars,
Drinking from morning 'till midnight chime,
With stoned stool-pigeons and lives of crime.
I hurt nobody, only hurt myself,
Sat in the shadows, toasting my health,
As sleep comes calling I start to fall,
A dreamer washed-up with no dreams at all.
Don't tell any secrets, don't tell any lies,
There's enough depiction in these blood-red eyes,
Don't require religion or my soul to save,
Or a shallow legend on a shallower grave.
I could preach you sermons to warp your mind,
I could show you things to strike you blind,
But the world won't listen, it remains the same,
Always leaves me stranded with a crying shame.
There was no grand sunset
painting the sky with
orange and pink hues.
no stars shining down
from Heaven,
no moon to light the way
to salvation
no one to pray for his soul
in the cold and dark
as he lay down
closed his eyes
and said goodbye
to the memories
pin's drive me crazy
the ten pins lazy.go down
let lying around
Merry Wulfman!
Santa Snickers
Jingle Jugs, and
Rudolph's knickers
Happy Crackers
Mistle twits
Porky pudding
Snicklefritz
Frosty gnomes
Disgusting tarts
Home Sweet Cheeks
and Uncle Farts
Happy New Tweets
Merry Tickles
Santa Jack says,
Pass the pickles....
5. Turkey, cake
& Mull Cider
Pumpkin pie
So open wider (By Edlynn Nau)
6. Got indigestion
I feel ill...
too much turkey
I need a pill! (By Jan Allison)
7. Chocolate truffles
a fork or spoon
my tummy's swelling
I must stop soon (By Tim Smith)
8. Hard rock candy
breaks my teeth
Someone help me
Pwetty Pweeth! (By John Wulf)
Please keep adding verses my Happy Soupers!
John and Jack Bunny are snoozin'
For Easter will keep them both cruisin'
Cute, puffy white tails
Big, tall ears like sails
Hippity hop! Those kids are droolin'
Sunshine acres
long black shadows falling down.
sun-bowling alley
A slow funeral dirge loops through my head as I bend the reeds
of wild alley weeds in my old neighborhood, pausing to listen
to the drunken diatribes hurled by the shell of a man, 3-houses
down…praying I won’t be seen.
Newcomers don’t often visit, the same faces cringe in surprise at
the sudden change in tempo or tone, afraid a new direction may
result….sounds never heard before….questions never asked before.
Finally, I find the familiar crevices and secret passageways, proven
over time…..balms and knowing glances, to a place I know,
……a place
I know
10/22/10
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5:22 am
Mom had a stroke Monday,
She’s doin a bit better…….
I’m hangin’ on