Best Central Poems

On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park.  Lost in my own 
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks.  I keep asking 
myself is it my fault?  What did I do...

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Central Village, ah bitter-sweet your love
The golden sunset above
The black smoke of sugarcane burning
And the boy on Twickenham's mead yearning
Sometimes again like flocks of birds in flight
Across the evening sky
Memory comes winging at the edge of night
And old men only sigh
For all life treasures seem...

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As he stood paper cup in hand by the drinking fountain on a train

 somewhere south of Kankakee, miles from Chicago,

 a quiet, pensive, older man was getting harangued by a loudmouthed, 

 blowsy, beer drinking, inconsiderate, disheveled and overweight woman.

 Aka, his wife. ...

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The frog green lilies on the mud brown pond
Drift between the ducks and the trees.
Leaning willows look at their reflections
Passers by contemplate their defections
The murky mist rises from the freeze....

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"Train Ride to Central" 

After the performance,

opera 
never tasted so good
kissing all the way 
back to Central 

the platform, 
home base 
if you will,
time to gather in

everything-in-between 

the train ride
fast and smooth
but never clean
windows entranced 

life lingers between 
the touch of fingertips
on your surfaces
unpolished

secrets passed...

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Central Park looks Beautiful When you’re In Love


Central Park without the gates of heaven screens;
     It’s heavenly, a poet daring to dream
  Harps and golden crowns of evenly bliss paradise

  Twilight, nylons and panels in the park;
  Where...

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UNSUPPORTED CODE  

Breathing and walking feels like a cursed nightmare in this land, 
Daily murdering and violation of human rights as belief is a free floating balloon within this dust filled air   
We long for peace and equality but in return we...

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Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt
raised you as a monument 
to his empire, and why shouldn’t he.
From humble beginnings his art was 
monopoly. He understood the art in craft, 
it seems, for grand indeed you are. You 
never belonged to him though, not
for a minute. You are touched...

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While watching the zookeeper feed
The penguins was pleasing, indeed.
      A simple technique – 
      One fish for each beak
Seemed to work without witnessing greed.

The turtles and ducks were fed, too,
By a pond that’s a part...

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CENTRAL PARK VAMPYRE
There fell the night, in Central Park,
to shroud the world within the dark,
and wanderin came the soul of me,
to find a place to leave my mark.

And there within the night there be,
a lonely heart, my eyes did see,
just walking down into the dark,
and...

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West has supported us
sinserely and honestly 
planting seeds of democracy
and sustainable society
in our crude land,   
but hearts of our people
still attached very strong 
to old illusions, 
and Kremlin genius
very artful and virtuoso
manipylated and played with our post-soviet nostalgias and syndromes,
pushing us back in...

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In Central Park the crowds were out,
New York in all its glory,
With bikers, walkers, picnickers – 
The same old weekend story.

The horses clip-clopped on the road,
With carriages of tourists
While singers sang with microphones
And bands without (the purists).

But always there is something new –
Today, some art...

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I miss Fall colors.
Monterey's only seasons:
Foggy and rainy....

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I don’t know why crowd cover this,
Atmosphere full of air pollution
River full of chemist contamination 
I don’t know why seedy cover this.

There are buildings stand sturdy
As the inner of economic
As the base of legality
As the nodal of metropolitan cosmic

But slumber still mushrooming
They have and they...

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Written & Posted, 3rd January 2025
For the International Contest, CHOOSE A 2025 POSTED POEM
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 4th January 2025 (Second Place)
Poem of the day - 5th January 2025




I checked my watch and checked my phone,
but everyone’s in a different zone, 
Eastern, Central, Mountain, Pacific,...

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