Best Lowell Poems

A Poet Drives a Truck

Transmit and reflect light with a steady glow.
             Inspect...

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Ambling and ankling on red brick and cobblestone
gone are your cottons and calicoes.
Factory skeletons repurposed, 
phantom workers operate 
Ghost looms in condo kitchens.

The sun sets...

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I am a vision of Cody
Immortal now at five dollars
First beers in Lowell 
actually on Jack Kerouac

Flutes Sirens and choppers
A blended symphony
A cacophony in warm...

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Finding Happiness in Everyday Pleasures

Happiness is bathing in glorious, golden sunshine,
absorbing the beauty of sunsets deliciously divine.
Dancing through cool droplets of silvery rain,
feeling cleansed, refreshed,...

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The world’s astronomers after a tumultuous debate
have decided to reduce the number of planets to eight.
Little Pluto out in the reaches of the solar system
has...

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Saw family of four today
only three babies were with
mama duck, so something
unknown befell number four.

Living in the wild you
never know how long you
will be around,...

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“Concentration is the
     very essence of poetry.”
       —Amy Lowell


deadly deception
femme fatale flourished—
dynasties downfall!

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© Joseph, October...

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Little pine tree so,
tiny are you now,
near the pond,
you will grow.

Surrounded by many
trees, but no other
    pine trees,
do I see.

You need others,
...

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Sun sneaking a peek
through the tree tops
here at Lowell Ponds
smelling sweet scent of spring.

Watching carefully
across the pond
in the far distance
of a beaver his eyes on...

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Watching a lovely
mallard chasing another
friend, never seen a duck
pedal their little legs so fast.

As he leaves a jet stream
behind him so clear on the
water, which...

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POOR ME-POOR ME- POUR ME ANOTHER ONE

This is the tale of Andre and Lowell
Andre was black and Lowell was white
this is the tale of the...

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Memory, it takes me to years back,
When you protected us from the dark,
These tears for you I roll,
While my phone gallery I scroll,
Staring at the...

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Endless ribbon of tattered poetry in pavement,

Trail of tears for wandering vagabonds,

Seek yourself from this time forth betwixt sunrise and senility,

For the tides of the...

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David W. Oteman
                      ...

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Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)

Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
     (for Peat Sake) iz like really...

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