Best Fluorescents Poems

There, on a sill of contentious decisions
Glass shards sit waiting a wavering hand
Reflective the memories wrapped ‘round the curtains
Lost in a pane that she can’t understand

Chilled calls the breeze through a jagged eviction
Scenting the air neath a ceiling now stained
Dampening dreams behind oven doors gaping
Finding...

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"Where does it hurt?"
She asks, clipboard like a shield,
pen cocked like a firing pin.
"Here," I say,
pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage.
Not the lungs. Not the liver.
The place where sorrow goes to calcify.

They send me down long corridors,
all white noise and flickering fluorescents—
like memory...

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Thrift Store Foreshadowing
                              by Odin Roark

Inventory of past life inventories
Poised in dress-parade attention
Obliging his obligatory inspection,
Seeking...

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We Are One (Nigeria Remix)

Ever seen an eagle feeding like a vulture?
Dignity trampled on, where corruption is a culture?
Darkness threatens her future, cause of her shapeless structure 
it’s saddening 'cause she’s been richly blessed by Mother Nature
Disunity like a knife tryna cut her apart
Of the...

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foggy night
a cobweb catches
the glow of fluorescents


haiku part of haibun


Published:  Contemporary Haibun Online...

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Last Call
	
	This is where I feel at ease. Senses heightened subtly by the mixture of light and darkness. The night time lights; bar lights, street lamps, flashing fluorescent advertisements, candle light, moon light; nights are illuminated with versatility, glow sticks ever growing, ever changing the...

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The hands on the clock make a perfect ‘V’ now
As I watch from the rigid green chair.
He sits next to me, eyes narrowed, foot tapping.
Opposite, a bald headed man winces.
The child in the corner cries for his mum
while she absently reads ‘ok’.

Stark fluorescents blink, blithely...

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Well, we spent a couple of nights in an all-night laudramat somewhere east of Marble Arch.   We had completely run out of money during that phase of our London experience.  At least we had shelter, and found some measure of companionship with...

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darkness invites
bringing out the self that matters
(free of all the chicanery brought on by daylight)
inside the lit candle light
(painting only part of the face, allowing a subtle beauty
illustrated like standing neath’ the full moon)
flickering &
with a handshake of darkness
unlike a politician’s fakery
comes the shadows behind...

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In the bleeding shadows threading ***** and deft
Along and above corridors painted white and green,
Fluorescents flickered in their moth-brushed bowls,
And the madness and sweet anguish seethed unseen.
It was felt in the bones of the new and the old,
The creeping electric bristle of marrow and moss,
Sucking...

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You can try your might
You can run all night
What's done in the dark will come out in the light
It can be messy
Pathetic 
Distorted 
Corroded 
Be ready to flight 
But what's done in the dark always comes out in the light
Literal and proverbial 
For the truth...

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Lee was running toward Christmas with her lights flowing.
Some were twinkling on and off, and her hat was glowing.
She is always dressed in fluorescents, a neighbor observed.
Always ready to help a neighbor too, said wife, undisturbed.

The neighborhood watched her decorate her outside tree.
It was pretty...

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The subway station heaves with muffled noise,
The shuffle of countless feet against the grime,
I am aware of unfounded disdain,
Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels.

The ancient fluorescents blink in yellow strobe,
Casting faint light on self-assuring cries and whispers,
Where breathy sighs of pity mingle with laughter
That...

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If you have them for me
If they are in you to give
Then give them to me...
If I've been good
Or, at least you thought I was good
Give them...
I receive them humbly and wholeheartedly
Don't hold 'em
For if you do, I will miss their beauty
Their freshness will wane...

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cartooning relaxes me
I love doing it
a precursor to my paintings
I adore acrylics
fluorescents entice me
fuchsia, orange, green, red, blue,
anything that dazzles under a black light
I never work on one painting
My studio is a messy mess
encouraging me to work on ten at a time
Yesterday I realized I...

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