Best Pedestrian Poems

Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.  
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness. 
They crisscross like dueling knights....

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Flash floods forecast hurrying steps and wheels ahead of foreboding clouds pregnant as eyelids welling with tears of baptismal rain to cleanse earth's skirt of...

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30 January 2021

The prodigy has turned prodigal
Making silver spoons out of gold medals
While the hearsay deepens about clandestine meetings
I fix myself a plate of pity...

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The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.

The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed 
as her walk signal failed to...

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My pleasure is in creating my own mythology.
I have read the saga's, the legends the great epics,
and they have made a garden for my spirit...

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When fraught with gloom and mental pain,
     I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who sinks too low again
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The Ash Can  ©

I got the call on Sunday night.  I was traveling on business.  When I looked at the caller ID
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I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride...

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Birth of A Poem

What can be done with these pedestrian morsels?
I have tasted unformed clay before.

Phrases plead to be thrown into
the redeeming realm of manifestation.

Pushing...

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Your significance in every chapter of me goes beyond
the wonderful art of a creator or the expectations from a deity.
I feel your fatherly soft palms...

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water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
	Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
	It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of...

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this morning is falling
burning into a sunset
an autumn decision
you and I 
will never forget

joy by day
paris by night
i'm there
love by the hour
Paris is ours

evening breeds...

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A Friday of Gayness 

Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with 
onions at the café I used to...

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In the still,
in the dark,
each morning
I practice my art.
While I try to go deep,
the daily mundane
I achieve 
approaches the inane.
And if fame 
is what I...

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