Best Movie House Poems

There are many souls who into nature go
to ponder thoughts; for me, this is not the case.
There are many spots where I can let thoughts...

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as we set it was you bet
lay back seat
we held like a feat
sug and rug
each other theater was dark
so we got a good start
it was...

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around the corner...just!

light brilliant...trees freshly brushed...
a breeze meandering through the grass...
a baby blue sky, an occasional cloud shaped and reshaped,
...a waterfall roars like a lion...its...

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On a winter or fall’s eve, dark and deep,
snuggled in my bed, I’ll be fast asleep,
but online (if Sandman acts unkindly);
there is where most likely...

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Recalling        Laughing          Reading      ...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on...

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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that.  I called...

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A TRUE VALENTINE'S DAY STORY

When I was just a young chap
of 16 years or so,
I had a gorgeous girlfriend
The kind you'd love to know.

I didn't...

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I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me...

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Having an obvious proclivity for story-telling,
the old man leaned forward in his chair,
eager to impress the grey-haired men gathered around him
while he continued with the...

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Twas a dark knight, 
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly...

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I lived in the early-mid 70s so very different
being a lonely soul not socially active
lived  in the countryside with not a friend
didn't really mind...

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Despite the day-to-day signs of man’s bitter degradation, there were many in the South who somehow still failed to see the endless pain of segregation....

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I feel most free when  

Authoring the email and just press ‘send’  

Letting go  

From someone I left in the snow ...

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Fifty years ago came
to me this morning
days long pass
a June day so cool.

Waking up to musical
sounds of birds singing
to me.  All summer
long to freely...

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