Best Up A Blind Alley Poems

Red tape maps certain ugly areas not yet examined properly 
as the bad paths are clearly marked as worthless dust blown away 
over a passage...

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What be of love if one was purged of thee
To claim a life of constant misery,
To wander lost a blind alley not free
Turned from once...

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In your parched desert land
As the pendulum swings
And your friends are all gone
Still you’re moving right along
Like it doesn’t mean a thing

In your parched desert...

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Fear, a liar that can delude or mislead you.
It tells you that you are cursed and doomed.
Have courage to stop and look at Fear in...

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I hail each  bronze, red, and blue coloured dawn,

as pulsing heart  mould torch flame of bliss,

to gaze across some awestruck mint sprig lawn,

that...

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Achooo!
It begins, almost always, with a sneeze, 
Which, in some cultures, 
Invites blessings, 
But, in some others, a curse,
As it’s held to be ominous!
Blessing or...

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dead end street …
mostly elderly when we came
always quiet … 
empty nests side-by-side
aching for spring
but winter came instead
(the winter of life)
friends … good people -
town...

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It’s the sole legacy from his dad.

A cup of ice cream tempts him 
more than the alluring face of
 a fair lady. Eating is his...

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I trod the volcanic soil of past relationships
Down until  the river ran red
And where the cobalt ribbons threaded
Skies with golden studs embedded,
Encrusting precious metals...

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A brook marries the river
And river the ocean blue; 
The sky & winds are witnesses
Waiting by the aisle in a queue.

High mountains marry the clouds
Embraced...

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Laminate

Plastic covered up definitions lip with profound mastic. 
Layered lamella formed single filed lines separating life from death; 
Held onto by paper thin adhesions. 
Besides...

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When You  Are  Asleep , 
An  Amorously  Feeling  Will Invite Me To You 
I watch  You  Calmly And...

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Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal  venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor...

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In spirited life’s changing vibrant landscape,
the paved path along the contours of uncertainty,
winds to the undefined time future, 
beyond the perception time present.

Desire takes shape...

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TOUCHING THE HEM OF BEAUTY SEE
  
Beauty of a beautiful brunette
Brings me back to a brittle moods
Bright eye, eye bouncing 
Along a blind alley

I...

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