Best Lane Poems

In Dreams, Her Spirit Sallied Forth: with Lin Lane

Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.

With eager...

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Feeling nostalgic, I went back home
To a house on Memory Lane
A sentimental trip, through the years that have flown
To a three bedroom, small white, wood frame

Where memories were built on a GI loan
And little boys were forged into young men
Where the little boy in me,...

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Mind-boggled and confused, I am- no doubt
A trolley-bad soul has left their mark 
There is something I heard and learned about 
My sunny-bright morn, has turned a bit dark 

I learnt this morn, that a dear friend has left 
A beautiful poet, with talent- best...

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The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole

Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us...

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Day
Passed by,
Reliving.
Parked in a lane,
Hid from watchers as we lovingly kissed,
Losing count of love as emotions thrilled.
Until sunset
Meant time up,
We left
Sad.

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On my walk around the green meadow
in the sun splattered mesmeric mornings,
I used to see an old lady of the neighborhood,
sitting straight like a lone statue of cold stone 
on the road-side bench I always crossed.
The golden stream of surging sunbeam
cascaded down the engraved web...

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Sentimental rain creates puddles upon a lane of lost memories.
Gone are those malachite meadows, where we once ran free.

Clouds now reflect against intimidating soaring glass towers.
The scent of Silent fresh air, replaced by raucous toxic bustling cars.

In my childhood playground, rusty swings no longer blow...

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in the first crevice of light
as dawn flushed its skies
her frail fingers struggled
to pluck weeds from spring buds
that laid like a colorful quilt
on her once rolling green lawn

you could hear the creaks on wood
as she rocked on the weathered porch
watching for the children to walk...

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Lucky me for having Lin in my life for nearly a decade
I've had her friendship, loyalty and unwavering support
Never has there been an inkling of cross words between us
 
Lin is an amazing poet and her paintings are beautiful
Always ready to offer her time and...

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my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
the chatter of birds

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
the sun sets purple

my sisters and I
plucking grapes along the lane. . . 
mom’s call to supper...

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I'm so tired of hearing that old cliche' ~
"It's water under the bridge," let it go.
Those words are never the right thing to say
when I'm already feeling kinda low

What if water under the bridge dries up
and can't carry my mistakes out to sea?
To forgiveness should...

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In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in...

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graffiti stares
and retro drips
beneath the 
shoreditch sky

like those who watch
 - between their sips
the world and
us go by....

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The moon was peeking through the naked trees
The breeze that blew that day had gone to bed
A lonely nightingale perched overhead
Harassed the silence with his sad reprise

The creaking porch swing's old familiar tune
No fitting lyrics could I ever write
To my sweet love on this warm...

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We will all die
So we cry loud
And try for thought.

Wrong lane, wrong way.
Death delay, pray.
Cars stray and honk.

Oh, please, cars – clear.
Turns appear soon,
I steer, we cheer.


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