Best Avenue Poems
In pre-ghost era of my sowing days,
and long before my crumbling had begun,
my feeble goals sparked insufficient blaze;
the avenue I chose was not hard-won.
I packed a suitcase but misunderstood
the purpose of my journey from the start.
And though I tried to do the things I should,
I needed more to listen with my heart.
Now feeling unfulfilled is what I’ve earned
by carving fate from means with aimless end.
In contrast, some with fervent dreams have burned.
Their minds are set; their time they don’t misspend.
I took the first broad crossroad I was shown,
so paths I sacrificed remain unknown.
For Silent One's Crossroads Poetry Contest
jampacked city streets
that jangled and banged
in the raucous jarring day
shifted
from business to boogaloo
squeezing into moonlight
party lights
gin and lime-kissed
gimlet sequined dress
strutted
in studded six-inch heels
riveting flair
provoking jive and jazzy nights
to tame this lion of New York
The bed swallowed the evening
sucked-up in slumbered
sobering snooze
exhaling the drunkard’s stench
while the warmth of whiskey
and you next to me
laid dreamy still
popped up and propped up
restless and ragged
realizing the changing view
through the dirt-stained window
a pool of placid sunrise
igniting
colorless clustered towers
bulwarks and girders
scraping the sky
out of the easterly clouds
a creeping golden palette
arose
touching every crevice
defining each silhouette
your body stirs deliberate and slow
rainbow hued eyes
slenderly slitted catching
the new-found light
opening, tenderly revealing
the landscape of your smile
disclosing
a cozy contentment
waking with hello
as I fall into your dream
and a new day
Blue sky fades in the summer sun
Summer sun gives way to fun on the run
Warm air , dark nights, watchin’ city lights
Drivin’ down the avenue ,takin’ in the sights
Moon comes up over a cozy ocean blue
Leaving a path to dream of something new
Upon the sea wishes come true
Drivin’ down the avenue
When life goes bad , the good times gone
Where you gonna go , to sing your song
Workin’ a part time job, pullin’ down a part time purse
Should a stayed in the grades, not gone to work
But at least you got more comin’ out of school
They give adults less, that ain’t cool
What the heck is up with that
Crazy bastards tryin’to control their peeps
Ruin your life, while they become the rich elite
Life is easy feedin’ on the bourgeoisie
Life is easy reflectin’ on things that should a been
Feel the breeze, watch the city lights , take in the sights
The sun still shines , so take your fun on the run
On moonlit paths , over the oceans wrath
But leave a path for dreamin’ something new
Sometimes wishes come true , drivin’ down the avenue
Shades of black
On an ebony night
As the moon shines down
Such a wonderful sight
A channel of water
Mirrors the sky
As the clouds float
In my thankful eyes
The avenue of the moon
Silhouettes the tops of the trees
Like a silent guard of honor
In blissful guarantee
Another capture of delight
In this world where we live
For generations and beyond
If we give, she relives
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This avenue, the same as ones nearby
once rang to screams and laughter, hoots and calls,
toy planes and cap rockets taunted the sky,
and footballs kicked and bounced against shop walls.
In rows, the children stood ready to run
after the chant 'Please Mister Crocodile',
and 'British Bulldog' always was good fun,
they ran and chased, then sat to rest a while.
No chalk on pavements, hopscotch now old hat,
no snakes and ladders scrawled down someone's drive,
the children sit indoors, no time for that,
and stare at screens, 'till adulthood arrives.
They waste the thing one day they'll miss the most
their childhood, on the avenue of ghosts.
"Along Love Avenue"
perfection in Life's journey seems an impossible task
from first flow of breath, to final futile gasp.
love is the key ingredient to achieve success
on a road still driven toward human happiness.
with an intimate partner to share in all things
believing in each other, trusting on their strong wings.
pursuing dreams as intense as deep breathing
complimenting one's qualities, uplifting while steering.
as cycles evolve in marriage and lovelight
memories fashioned on the highway of twilight.
old wounds and past hurts erase with new dawn
immortal scars disappear as time lingers on.
emotions exchanged as the road dips and dives
engaging on lovenotes, perfection thrives.
undaunted, the lovers embrace fond caress
on the road still driven pure hearts ever blessed.
*For Tracie's Contest.
Peering through crystals along the palm lined
Avenue of Angels, stretching endlessly
In a parallel universe serenaded by unheard
Choruses of lost newborns ripped from their
Mother's wombs through no fault of theirs,
Nor judgement of their mothers.
Resentment, anger or any form of avarice
Does not exist on this beautiful avenue.
Tho rain does fall on this particular evening,
Darkened skies glower; not yet willing to relinquish
The pitter-patter of little feet nor the innocent
Laughter of unborn children.
Our living exhibit (the slow dimension we inhabit)
Demonstrates immense capacity for
Estrangement from any compassion for these
Lost souls, even as Angels welcome them
With gifts of everlasting love upon entrance
To their glorious avenue; unaware of their
Own mortality that will someday
Beg forgiveness at this same aperture
To the
Avenue
Of
Angels
Palm Sunday Morning
3:30 am
03/29/15
Tree lined avenue
Ochres and yellows display
Graciously they fall
In carpet gown, soil enriched
In life they shone, now they're gone
.
Paws on the Avenue
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
No straying from our daily ritual.
Paws on Fido Avenue
Happy tails of sloppy kisses unmuzzled
Parade of canines – every kind “bone-i-fied.”
A purebred mutt strut cavalcade
Fashion parade of single coats
Long hairs march in pants
Yaps and barks and woofs
Howling hounds the moon
Canine panoply unleashed
Treats at every yard
Toys at every door
Red hydrants for pee-mail.
Delight rolls over
For belly rubs and tummy scratches
A loving pat upon the head.
No stray warm beds on winter nights
No puppies sleeping in the rain
No litter left abandoned scattered by the winds!
This march of conformation
Moves by happy gaits
Where even cats are welcomed in humane harmony.
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
For this our fantasy walk on Fido Avenue.
9-18-21
Contest: Avenue
Sponsor: Julia Ward
the big shirt jigged and flapped,
while the clothes line struggled
to gain control; wily birds
stamped their little feet to the
shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered
rhythm; below, the fat garden
cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges
prepared the evening meal, early.
The big shirt jigged and flapped,
While the clothes line…
The fire raged, no place to dwell, a busy street, a place of hell..
What loss of life we do not know, no place to live, no place to go..
What place be next, where people die, the block is spent, the price is high..
Dope addicts, drugs, degenerates all, some day be gone, forever fall..
Not honor bound, no care, no trust, to try destroy, this what they must..
Ruination lives at Avenue Park, the lights are out, the street is dark..
Scavengers now do meet the scene, no thought of love, death in between..
What is the price, what is the toll, what charges them, for them what goal..
Wonder we the reason why, the bad shall live, the good shall die..
So try we must, we'll reach the goal..
We'll conquer sin, thus save the soul..
No straight laced thoughts exist here ever
in this campus of wild imagination,
magic is weaved in every shade of pink
with a blush rose sky resembling finest art
its a coral hued Kingdom of peace and quiet
inhabited by love fairies and elves
infinitesimal tiny ones, what else ?
dragons and deer and little fuchsia ferns
rose colored glasses are always in vogue
and cashmere reveries are kept in troves
Terra cotta bark, salmon colored trees
with pastel leaves and roseate shimmers;
I walk through the avenue of her wizardry
exploring each and every lovely flower
no straight laced thought exists here,
no, not ever !
Sept 12, 2021
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest Name The Avenue
out of sync the wheel
squeaks, too many little
brown mice with big mice ears
have chewed my bearings
a sunbeam sits on my
dislocated shoulder
and the cat's in the cradle
sleeping with the whole ball of wax
(what a yarn that is!)
i sharpen my nails and
dig in the posthumous dirt
of my arrival, coming
undone by the light of the silvery
moon, sprinkles melting on cupcakes
and newlyweds
it's nine yards and an inch,
hail hail all ye who enter
my sleep, prepare for Occam's
close shave, reality bites the dust
and then backtracks into ruts
of self-disclosure, counting crows,
mismatched socks, and coins for the
ferryman
watching
hi-def TV and writing poetry
that fall by the wayside, colours
of flesh and inhibition, the scent of lavender
honeysuckle and ginger blossoms pounding at my door:
wake up you crazy easy fool,
time is ticking and the crocodile is not
far away, your shadow is being dry-cleaned.
In the experience of a great love, everything that happens becomes an event related to that love. ~ Romano Guardini
As I drive by the place you last breathed,
suddenly I am just a heart behind the wheel
and you, a big blue sky-like lung I cannot see
the end or beginning of.
There is so much space within your rib cage:
I could drive a thousand miles
and never leave your love.
I pass a corner coffee shop.
You always wanted tea, very sweet.
A black man in a Yankee cap
won’t wait to cross the street.
I brake.
He expects hostility.
I search his startled face.
He wears your race and team.
I am the heart that needs you
blue or brewed or jaywalking.
March 2, 2019
Dance of Death Poetry Contest
Driving in my new luxury car
Richer then a movie star
All the lights shine on me
I'm beautiful with too much money
Strutting to be viewed
Living big on Dream Avenue
Ladies adore my smile
Babes I drive them wild
Guys all envy me
That's how life has to be
Dancing like a fool
Looking way to cool
Making the paparazzi drool
Splashing in my Olympic pool
I am everything new
Dreaming in Dream Avenue
Partying is understood
All my time is good
Celebrities gossip about me
I tie up everyone's technology
How can my alarm be so rude
Waking me up from Dream Avenue
I shave and drink coffee
Rush to work so I can be
Just another busy bee
All work and no play
Looking forward to any holiday
Into the grudge I fade
Life is sorrowfully blue
Daydreaming is all I knew
Wishes are never true
As the dreams of Dream Avenue