Best Turnstile Poems

you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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~JSLambert does not (currently:) use, or encourage hallucinogenic drug use.

    Telepathic psilocybin prescription erasing elastic depression. Competition 
wanes, just when nocturnal emission...

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Will you serenade me
  with your sweetest smile
Help me breeze through
  every workday turnstile

Will you dance with me too
  past all the...

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The garbage men are the first to be heard,
beeping, bumping, throwing, thumping.
The work of their hands
leave nothing but empty cans 
scattered on the curb.

Children rise...

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Oh the grand old duke of York 
He had ten thousand men 
Wasn't that promiscuous
Even way back then .

They say in Salt lake city 
A...

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I use a walker to get around
A device I need in order
To maintain my balance
So I walk slowly.

People rush by 
Not seeing me
Making me feel...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close...

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I visit museums when in Paris
One tourist had got a huge ‘arris’
It took her quite a while
To squeeze through a turnstile
A diet plan could dis-embarrass


Inspired...

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A hankerin’
an unscratched itch 
which one doesn’t wish to scratch for one
a need for heat and warmth
a turnstile dreamer ushers night to morn.

A what the...

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I don't know if you heard me right
If you're leaving, turn out the light
I think I made it pretty clear
How much I want you yo...

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The lovely view from my wicker chair
As crows caw spring is here
And wispy clouds parade on blue
Buzzards soar without fear

Scenes so peaceful express
Times filled with...

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Picture yourself in a boat on a river
sailing along with the moon in your eyes
Following dreams found to make your heart quiver
with tangerine trees and...

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(Written at 3:00 am on a motorcycle between Sedona and Flagstaff)

I want to write dirty and convoluted,
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel...

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read her while sipping my morning cuppa
'tween news bytes and clock chimes-
I found myself in her words and wept
as I imagined honey dripping from her
lips...

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a blank mind sets in &
though it may only be for a
flash of a second,
the words you are really trying
to muster,
dangle like a doughnut on...

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