Best Angeles Poems

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...

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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...

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Living in the city of lights
One among many Angels in flight 
Souls that connect, artists we are

Always a place to converse with a star
Never boring or lonely because 
Gravity pulls us together with buzz 
Everything moving in fast pace
Life is simply a beautiful race 
Engraved...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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The Angels future looks bright now and beyond.
They caught the biggest fish in the free agent pond.
Albert Pujols comes from the Cardinals in St. Louis.
He is a first baseman with great baseball prowess.
Left handed pitcher CJ Wilson also came.
This former Texas Ranger is at the...

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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,...

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It’s in Los Angeles, California
where I spent some days 
to be with a few friends and confreres;
they welcomed and invited me for dinner
a great experience, well appreciated!

With the continuing summer heatwave,
it limited the option to travel,
however, with enthusiasm and willingness
to move along –
made me realize...

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Understanding the impossible
has been challenging at times
to find answers when there are none
the door opened on my mind

Perspectives of desperation
there's an exit almost blind
my delirium the equation
fighting bravely to survive

There's more soul to this gray world
a solid come back, no madness involved!

No more rushing Los...

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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...

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                                            Grimy...

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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...

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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...

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