Best Neon Poems
Above, the shrill of neon lights portend
a promise of new love in garish hues,
but for a broken life yet on the mend
the darkness of the scape brings only views
of solitude when memory accrues
as strangers unimpassioned eyes peruse.
The music wafts from grottoes down below,
blue jazz and candles in a shadowed room,
while up here floodlights cast necrotic glow
as wind gusts and the drops of rain resume.
Cold luminance is all that they exhume
just as my mind expects a rose to bloom.
Your recent death keeps looping in my mind,
no passing faces in the crowd are yours.
I walk the night, imagine you in kind
emerging through the uninviting doors
like Cathy to go dancing on the moors.
I rush beneath an eave as now it pours,
your white reflection standing in the rain,
come back to haunt the neon night again.
1/23/18
Sodden dripped of midnight words
A slurred plight
Perhaps of tonight
Broken in the sobering dawn
In this smoky staleness
We meet in false courage
Eluding the touch
The tenderness we cry for
Fearing heavy
Those frangible lovers
Remaining hidden
Behind bloodshot eyes
Masking the obvious veracity
Of a single hope
A love repressed in the stupor
Of alcoholic comfort
Ever silently aching
In deadpanned hearts…
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
Yet she is pure evil,
this engraved upon her crown.
Six hundred million people,
into dust on scorched ground.
I see a Neon Lady,
green rain from the clouds.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the clouds.
He's draped in red linen,
his evil death shroud.
He stands with a sickle,
Raving madly out loud.
I see a Neon Man,
bad rain from the cloud's.
I see the Ukraine,
where Patriots are falling.
I see many nations,
are waiting or talking.
The Earth turmoils in flames,
While millions are squalling.
I feel winds of change,
And Hear Freedom Calling.
Neon Night
The city dreams in neon lights
Quietly hiding our secret lives
This changing world, a hidden hell
The worker ants with human shells
The city's servants smiling slaves
The thinkers cower in their caves
Electrical hearts told to beat
Mechanical life; human defeat
The soul of freedom gladly sold
Our happy lives a tale untold
When dulled down shock painfully became
a pickaxe ache behind shimmering eyes,
the bludgeoning screen hammered memory cells
repeatedly, over and over.
Tears exploded, soft rain dampened flame,
the grumbling dust cloud debris disguised
broken hearts bursting in agonised swells
searching for life confirmation.
Crashed vultures, evil in senseless flight,
beating humanity for hours like a drum,
cramping the breath with holocaust claws,
gleefully gloating, gloating.
Yet humanity does not die in the night,
by the warped wicked ways of fanatical scum,
humanity fades not, nor crawls on all fours
the prey of abomination.
Could Hitler pulverise humanity dead,
could Stalin annihilate it's very soul,
could Hussein defile it's essence to dust,
could they, hell.
It arises from rubble and ashes instead,
steel resurrection, reassembled whole,
in the love and pride of people it must
elicit restoration.
Beneath the veil of despair-crippled night
a broken city seethed neon 'till morning,
mortal wounds blazed and shone in rebirth,
defiantly living, living.
And hope prevailed in each bulb burning bright,
in each filament, tube, each spark a new dawning
of all that Heaven allows on Earth,
a prayer-shot inspiration.
The carnage of angels bedazzled with pain,
yet the courage and conscience of saints empowered
a neon-lit love of brother for brother,
a blinding, blinding sight.
From sorrow and sacrilege raining again
humanity's wonder, upon them was showered
the love of the brave and the just for each other
that they become the light.
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
Lightning bug flying
here to there to here to there----
countryside neon
Its light display, fabulous
can’t say as much for spelling
For Brian’s “Tanka Me” contest
© May 24 2010
At last...
The cold, drizzling rains
Are letting up
And letting me out...
Weary legs need a stretch
So tired of wrestling
With things I cannot control
Out on an aimless walk
Confused and lost
Yet I know where I am
And that's the hardest part
And the hardest to forget...
The night and the city
Tries to help...
Bright flashing signs
High and out of sight
To these damp eyes
And still I see them
Their faded colors
Splashed on the sidewalk
...neon rain...
Has been falling for days
Stray drops attempt to tickle
Down the nape of my neck
In an effort to cheer me up
...would be nice tonight...
I go looking unconsciously
For a sure thing...
The harsh reds and yellows
Do nothing to pull me in
Only the comfort of blue
Flickering diner lights
And steamy bowls and mugs
...I could use a drink
Of something warm...
Angelic smile so innocent
Neon soul glows within it
Green growth day by day
Emerald eyes in baby’s face
Little lavender lighthearted laughs
Smiles for miles always glad
Loss cuts like a knife
Where you once were silence grows
The city halo beckons
While the breath of death
Lingers right beneath my skin
Tempting glow of fate calls me
Start over again
Without you, yet without dread
Lighting my heart once again
City of Angels
Leading me back to hope, life
Let you go, a new hello
NO MORE NEON NIGHTS
There was a neon sky as a prologue to the rain
While colors flickered brightly at twilight
I missed the rain but eventually felt the pain
While the septic sky was an epilogue to a loathsome night
The sky, swear do i, became electrified
As blazed the sun which was dying
While I sat there knowing her love as well had died
And then the moon stole the neon that dusk was denying
Two hands that clutched tightly would be no more
No more of such demonstrative love
There sat I as she oiled out my door
With no neon sky hovering high above
I saw electric purple, green, and red
As my room was wrapped in silence that eve
Then suddenly this is what the lady said
She uttered “I’ve found another lover so I shall take my leave”
© 2011.…Phreepoetry ~free cee!~
Tennis players once wore white –
A snobby rule, I think –
But how that’s changed! I guess that’s why
Here’s Federer in pink.
In truth, the pink is just a trim
To jazz his shirt and shorts.
His sneakers, though, might be a slight
Distraction on the courts.
I’m all for chic diversity
When tennis is in town,
But Roger, here is my advice –
Tell Nike – tone it down!
nowhere in the neon lights
does it say hold on for dear life
we grab the bridle and dig our heels in
bouncing up and down as it kicks and spins
we sit in the diner--it's near midnight
you can see the damnedest sights
we stir our coffee trying not to stare
at what's in here or hiding out there
we can never quite let go
holding on till hell freezes over
witticism only takes you so far
miles roll fast when you're in your car
the bitter tolls and burdens of sins
the fences we build that keep us in
begging to be misunderstood
as we turn our backs and leave for good
The city's an illusion;
a quilt work of hopes and dreams.
A fantastical façade;
where nothing's quite what it seems.
Sex breaks free from its cocoon;
flexing neon wings at night.
And salacious bars attract;
as fledgling feelings take flight.
Like a shadow in the dark;
truth is invisible here.
And the indelible smiles
fade when your funds disappear.
A city missing its soul;
has long lost track of its heart.
And within the light of day;
the illusion falls apart.
on the pulsing floor
barflies wiggle and shimmy
fear and pride~ shot drowned