Best Alleys Poems
I chase you through the alleys of my mind
Your quickened steps ensure you're out of reach
My tears collect then run much like my feet
You cannot see or hear their silent speech
And in the shadows of forgotten dreams
I strain to see the beauty of your face
Before that blessed dawn of surety
Illusive to my heart, you leave no trace
The fragrance of your body lingers still
And creature like possessed, I follow on
It promises your presence just beyond
Pursuit's reward unreached, for you have gone
I wander still through alleys of my mind
There to remain until your heart I find.
Eileen Manassian
Urban Alleys – poet’s dozen contest
windblown city streets
becalmed trash waiting idly
beneath tour buses
sweet breeze that will release the steam
of gutter’s flowing stagnant stream
rats - red eyes in furtive glances
oil slicks glowing rainbow coats
squinting sunrise peeking in the alley
tarmac trash awaiting take-offs rippling rush
night stalkers counting up their tally
shape changing shadows on a soothing hush
fresh cleansing gust of air a city’s blush
10/31/2015
submitted to – A Poets Dozen – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Silent One
Ghosts rise up at night
From the sinking tale of tides
rocks hear all the Cries
Charma
(Not for the contest,but inspired by Raul's picture 'Ghost tides')
Let’s make the Greenland green again
Melt down the ice with fire
Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land
A city of desire
Erect the towers most gigantic
And hotels on the coast
The biggest port on the Atlantic
I dare to propose
Let’s make some money out of soil
I hope you understand
We’ll label it a Greenland oil
A number one oil brand
The Danish king must be well paid
To him we’ll do no harm
We’ll offer him a job to paint
A brand new coat of arms
I’ll be depicted in my pants
With a stone axe in hand
Parading on the golden sands
Of Greenland’s pleasand land!
sometimes i feel going back time,
in a place never been,
starts with st.Ana winds,
ends in a grid of dark alley,
avevues,
hand in hand lighted only by neon light,
to separate the truth ,
from lies
mario
The darkened alleys beat
Drumming to the sound of the falling rain
Lifting my head in the gutter
Crushed by the weight of water
Or
Is it burden?
The siren screams low
Head bows to the silent din
Whilst knees scrape the dead gutter
Where the past lies, clawing
The yowl repeats
A cry to the broken and forgotten
Get Up
Stand Up
Yowling the beat to the thud of water
Hand on the wall the body heaves upwards
Whilst the mind falls
Stooping to recover the body falls again to the gutter
Thud
Thud
Thud
Crushed by rain
The call changes as the siren gets louder
Pick yourself up
Move Lad
Through the alley,
The man that was approaches
Dressed in forgotten livery
He is calling
Hands Cupped Screaming
Move lad
Get up
The gutter reels as he approaches
Flooded, the quagmire of sloth engages
Him in a vicious tug-o-war
The body breaks
Heaved into reality
My eyes open
Senses released
I wave in thanks
To the man, that now is
sometimes i feel going back time,
in a place never been,
starts with st.Ana winds,
ends in a grid of dark alley,
avevues,
hand in hand lighted only by neon light,
to separate the truth ,
from lies
mario
As I walk past the alleys, I see you
Crawling, begging, moaning in pain.
Sorrows you hold, flood the avenue,
Things you've lost and could never gain:
You cry at the poverty, down the lane,
And no nomads here hold your hand.
I promise, I'll look up to you, fight you're bane,
Let me just grow up once, I'll take your stand.
Poverty, pain, tortures-that's all you've got,
But this time I'll revive joy and happiness.
I'll persevere to make you a treasure grot,
For I swear and make this a year of promises.
Promises that are as thick as my blood,
Promises that fathom my best humanity,
I make them to keep, I swear to mud.
I'll build you a home out of my integrity,
You'll never lay on the dark pavements,
You too will receive the joy of life like us,
Your smiles will be my greatest achievements
For I swear and make this a year of promises.
I feel best in nature far from city blocks.
Peace comes from viewing God's beautiful stages.
Medicinal are streams, trees and even rocks.
On natural land every sense engages.
I so love all of outdoors genuine sounds,
my happy inner child playfully abounds.
All earthly vistas mankind has not tainted
are heavenly views and feels that God painted.
Gray, gloomy and cold are the steel and concrete
of large, sprawling cities built to fulfill greed.
Clustered strangers press buttons to cross a street
and are dwarfed by buildings for which land did bleed.
There are blocks of humans from rich to homeless
where trauma and apathy leave hearts boneless.
Even in June, I loathe how cold cities feel.
I have no guess why to many they appeal.
A nascent cry
demands the signature
of space.
I will start the self destruction-
clawing back
on the land of
betrayals.
The rule of sky was at stake.
Trees were burning
and the birds
want to grasp
the stark reality of notional violence.
In dark hour
I know not words
to lift the eyelids
the cloud, the flowers, the blood !
Satish Verma
The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities
By David J Walker
I love walking
the rutted roads
Running in
hidden groves
Through
the residential jungles
the rambling
backyard boulevards
dividing the
single file plies of
dirt and gravel
A straight line between
Picket fenced fortresses of
Flimsy privacy providing
Trash truck Sunday drivers with a
A No man’s land-bound with trees &
Treasures found by
dumpster divers
I love listening
To the feral catcalls
in the last stand of
wildland
Overruled by skulks of city foxes
I love trekking
The pioneered turnpikes
On fast mountain bikes
Riding & reading between
the telephone lines
mapped by
XYZ Municipalities and
The vague virtual realities of
An alley’s informalities
I love the
Tell all tall tales
Of what fails to be
Needed anymore
Underscored by
Overflowing dumpsters
On the Desk of Darkness
On a Monsoon Night,
The afflatus roars in clouds,
And albedo fills the sight.
In the darkened gorge,
Among the alleys
And gravelled ways,
A lass on a jade.
Apathy of her own,
Gazing upon the dog in the kennel,
Barking and crying at it.
And when she gazed and gazed upon
The dog of ash on kindlings,
A murmur of sight on her lips,
And a wet eye with a glaze.
With a jolt, she stood up —
The roar now a voice,
The sight now white,
And the white now light.
From sight to light,
And light to white.
Saša Milivojev - BLIND ALLEYS
Concrete
Glass
Rain
Gloom
All is withered
Black birds
I’m at the beginning
I’m at the end of the alley
O, Virgin
Please
Every verse I will sing
You genuinely verify
Through new eyes
The remnants of people
I recognise in satyrs
That walk around in metropolises
Using lies and cheating
Adorning themselves with others’ merits
Fighting with hidden horns
The remnants of people I recognise
In rabid cats
That lurk and bite
In blind alleys
At pharmacies
In discotheques
At desks and hotels
In exclusive restaurants
In theatres and on screens
Tetanus for the body
While the soul is rolling
Like a ball on the concrete
Wild sex
Opiates and gandbangs
Whips and feet
And blow-up dolls
Business
Prostitutes
Innocent girls
All along the alley
We nourish predators
And see nothing when they catch their prey
Saša Milivojev
www.sasamilivojev.com
If some is good
more is better
Less is threatened
all enslaved
If more is reasoned
less is questioned
Good intentions
—hell repaved
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Your smile
on alleys with linden trees
is like a moonlit nights
under the shining stars.
On the bench,
in the park with summer flowers,
I wish to embrace you
near by my soul...
Now,
with white hair
in my way to the starry sky
in the moonlit,
on alleys with linden trees
with summer flowers
I see lovers smiling
and embracing one another
...and life goes on...