Best Matinee Poems

I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my brother, (much to his displeasure) made a pledge
     to keep an eye on me
So off to...

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BEYOND THE MILK OF HERA PAST THE HEAVEN'S VERTEBRAE
THE STARS BLINK GLEAMING SAGAS, IN THE DAWN THEY FADE AWAY
MY SHIP MAKES AN INCISION IN EVERY THING THEY SAY

THE SEA WEARS LIKE A SILKY DRESS THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT
AND NEVER DOES THE MOON APPEAR SO...

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Tame the treacherous TRESSES.
BEFORE battling BRAVE BEAST
IN IRONIC INTENSE IMPRESSIVE
DANGEROUS  DUNGEONFUL  DREAMS.
MONUMENTAL  MORNING MESS  MUSES
BREAKFAST BREAKS BLUENESS 
TIME TO TEST THE TERRITORY
SINCE  SATURDAY SEEMS SO SLOW
TURN ON THE TV  TO TRACK  THE TREASURE TROVE

MOSTLY MUSING MOTHER OF MOMENTOUS
MYSTIFYING...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and stickied 
by foam and frothing soda spills.

A not soundless though talkless time.
My not soundless though talkless time.
My time oh my...

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Sitting by the bay during a weekday watching the water I thought a manatee I observed
Just beneath the surface, it came up for just a few seconds and didn’t reemerge. 
I followed it with my eyes, seeing its imprint on the surface in the slightly...

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What drapes these aqua wavelets’ sultry trail
Along curled bends, creamy foams lift and rise?
Where toes and gulls splash fountains like a sail,
Paddling on rock ledges with gargled sighs

Dewdrops gloss salty brine through chromed rays
To warm the heart dancing with crystal flights,
As grains of ivory sand...

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The women far outnumber
All the ticket-holding men
And they’re decked out in their jewels
They haven’t worn since who-knows-when.

Their outfits are forgiving,
Hiding several extra pounds
And their make-up makes them glow,
Although some wrinkling abounds.

They’re delighted just to be there
On an outing with some friends,
All who rush out to...

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Tonight shines bright, moonlight beam
Wildlife shadows move between
Hunters and hunted hide in silence
Manoeuvre their skill, their instinct as guidance

A squawk, a squeal, a wildlife kill
A tum now full, a fresh night meal
Rustle of leaves, a silent wait
Wind echos the sound of a creaking gate

The hoot...

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Oh boy I am so coy I once thought

Skating perilously round and round
an icerink floor trying ever so hard
not to fall

Just incase i make other people laugh 
and have a joke at my expense 

Been there done that a million times before
no need to back...

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Today I think of your 
Contributions closing the theater’s door 
Putting together toasted bread 
Ready for a child to be fed 
Youngster wearing grape jelly 
Face down to the belly 
Laughing saying ‘this is great’
Not showing any hate  
But Peanut Butter, it is you
Who...

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Raping old friends
Far too easy
And I suffer the 
Consequences.

Without connections
And only visiting
their happiness
on the outside.

I am undeserved of
renewal I say,
and out-casted
like a good
perpetrator 
should be.

Scowling is
my brow
wanting a
happy reunion
show....

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Daydream Matinee
David J Walker

What were these visions planted
Within my head 
In my bed
	So young a sleep 
But not so deep as unconscious exclusion
Was it only the illusion of a 7-year-olds
         Imagination

The silent hands of  messengers drawing
Motion...

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I don’t like modern films
Over hyped, over killed
They so often disappoint
The audiences once thrilled

I find now as I get older
The most joy that I can muster
Is from watching an old favourite
Than a modern blockbuster...

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Children's Matinee.

For us kids off the common streets
Every weekend we had a special treat
Held at the old community centre
On Monksbridge
Was the children's matinee
Just a stones throw away
Where we enjoyed the films 
Projected upon the screen

Armed with bottles of pop
And spice to scoff
Bought from the local...

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contrary to popular belief,
no one shows up for the matinee---
yes,
it is true that when you are born,
someone was probably there
cooing over your little blood-covered & wrinkled face,
alongside your mother,
and yes,
when you are dead,
there may be someone who shows up at your
funeral or
perhaps, at least throws...

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