Best Parlours Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up past the Whitethorn hedgerows to 
Ascend the snowy Heys, I...

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The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
  Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger vans with frying lard,
  Ice cream parlours, sagging deckchairs and the sunlight blazing on.
Splayed upon the greying sands with...

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I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
  of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the corner coffee shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent 
from the baker's sour rising yeast.

I remember you through 
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys, and streets
Through...

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The Penny Arcade
 
Back in the 1920's, Americans would go to entertainment
spots around big cities like New York and Chicago, were
you could go to have some fun, these places were run
very cheaply and were called Penny Arcades, in these
amusement parlours you would find an endless...

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In a dreary cold township with life all but gone,
The raped rain-slick streets drag on and drag on,
Wet newspaper pages flap into the road,
All the power lines heave from a huge overload.
The Devil holds court in the bars and saloons
And he doesn’t much care for...

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To serve you took an 
oath;
To lead in patriotism
And to shun nepotism.
To hold in esteem the 
nation
And give back with 
integrity its ration.

Like a leader being 
called 
To regard his people,
And tend to the cripple.

To serve with heart 
and might
Like our forebears 
fought for their...

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The children were asked to paint

What they remember of summerbreak

In other parts of the world

They would have painted beaches, bicycles

And smiling stickmen in front of ice cream parlours

 

But these stickmen were expressionless,

Lying face down, shaded red

In the background, the red and gold tongues

Of renegade...

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I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
  of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent 
from the baker's sour rising yeast.

I remember you through 
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets

Through...

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As the Bus with a sight, rumbled along,
Its weary cargo slumped, for the journey was long.
Babies in agony clung to wretched mothers
Oblivious they are without fathers,
Their only concern, to suck and be patted
By mothers who in gloom look emaciated.

With melancholy gnawing at me by such...

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Every six turns of the moon
A journey to the girl I take.
I leave behind my safe cocoon
Into the noise and into the fake.

The pungent smell of multicolours
Punching nose and mind alike.
I sit and pause in splendid parlours
Waiting for the joy to strike.

And strike it does,...

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You leave the car at what was once, 
in old reality, a farm and where the
National Trust democratise so now not cows 
but parking motorists feel alarm.

Across a road are loos, ex milking parlours 
still with “stools” and piss 
as folk make moves to 

an...

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With a little tightening round the waist 
the skinny day comes out to taste the 
fatness of the light
I am in sight of something great but I’m hungry,
cannot wait
so I make my move too soon
and am swallowed in the craters of a Moon so cold
so...

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The Twilight Zone 
In the nearest town and close to all amenities 
such as hospitals and funeral parlours my wife 
and went to look at an elderly people’s hotel 
where people of a certain age get a small flat to
live in, yet it has a...

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Yesterday,
She was a beauty Queen,
Flying and walking on the smooth roads,
On the streets and restaurants,
Beer parlours and churches,
Like an angel from Venus,
The
Handsome,
Rich
And
Self actualized
Wished
To make her the bone of their bones
And
Flesh
of
Their flesh.
That was when her beauty had trapped many men like ants in a cobweb.

But she...

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In this bared land of the fertile alphabets
You didn't spread out the mat of poetry

Thousands crore of years I rowed the oar of your spring
No smiling flower bloomed there in the desired tree

Lost, I lost the parlours of the Sirius due to chasing your winks
No...

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