Best Lanes Poems

Walking alone down the leaf covered lanes,
the ground is still damp from Yesterday's rain. 
A cathedral of trees tower overhead, 
with colors of Fall that haven't yet shed.

Now in this moment when Winter arrives, 
the cold wind blows and the chill is alive.
The very first...

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As We Stroll Along Lanes Of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions

But if truth and light grace your soul
And a wisdom shields heart and mind,
You may in life hope for the best
As we stroll along lanes of truth, lies or convenient  illusions
And either we come...

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Booze and madness.
I'm feeling it. Again,
nobody believes me but the nonsense, it just makes sense.
It's all about the soul deep down inside
That's me.
I'm in my head and I don't think I'll ever get out.
And then suddenly he knew
it was true,
sometimes.

He did drink alone and he...

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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost 
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with some so set, simply young at heart could not win.
Some...

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Glad for the country lanes
and the buzzing bees.
Glad for our talk under the trees,
and that he listened.

Cedric loves me,
I am sure of it,
for he squeezed my hand
before he moved away.

Glad for the country lanes,
and for that lane he is in now,
in his house next to...

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If our springs are uncertain we enjoy fine sunny days
A feeling for spring, even when bad, is always good
Such is the opening of April, not winter nor summer
It is spring fickle and chilly a spring of dear England

In spite of the cold, green steals along...

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Among ancient groves,
One summer night alone.
Secrets on the wind.

And awakening to
Mother natures symphonic
Mystery of life.

When people used to
Find a home in the hearth-light,
Owls haunt the hedgerows.

Each day an event
Every step an adventure,
To new horizons!...

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Drop the pen and put on your armour,
There’s enough been spilled for one day,
Judgment on your works will follow,
And jealous will sharpen their tongues.
The memories of youth are leaving
A bitter taste in your mouth now,
Knowing that you can’t turn back time,
And that your heart lacks...

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The roads walk upon within my life fells as if they are crisscrossed and tangled like a gigantic knot. 
An enormous ball which has me trapped inside of it. 
Will anyone come here to rescue me?
I will rescue myself from any tricky obstacle life throws...

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After the trauma of separation 
after the slick delivery, the breaking apart
of fluids that fed and breathed for you
while you were still a suckling life-raft 
in your mothers emptying ocean.

While you were that blank slate, loving nothing 
but the need to be nursed within a...

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Down many traveled lanes I sauntered sadly,

Up avenues I’ve trampled more than twice.

I've slipped and in prostration cried out badly

for anyone to blare their soft advice.

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“Reverberate!” I thought in paths I’d fathered.

Illuminate my present gifts of chance,

these shreds of life that I have never gathered,

the...

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Happy Hour is one drink short
of a buzz,

I try to determine the moment
it all went sour.
I’m looking into the empty glass
wondering where the ‘happy’ went,
did it dissipate on a curling lip
or a sigh?

I find the remote in the back of my mind
where remoteness lives and...

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When reality and illusion 
are one in the same,
The the result is confusion
that's taking each lane...
Though I flash every high beam
trying to get by,
It's the glare from behind 
That's much greater than mines....
So what I'm trying to get around
Doesn't know that I'm there,
Seem's all the...

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My life flashed before my eyes as I sat in the driver’s seat
I clung to the wheel for dear life
my face was as white as a sheet

Would this brave man named Dale 
live to tell the tale? 
Had he written out a will 
Drafted Out...

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So we’ll go no more a bowling
So late into this night
Though our arms be still as willing
And the lanes be still as bright,

For balls wear out the fingers
And arthritis shows its might,
While the back pains all linger
And knees need rest’s respite.

Though the night is made...

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