Nostalgia Fiction Poems

Say

You know what they call a burger
in the future

What

I can't believe it's not a burger

Because it ain't got no meat or
cheese in it

It's a bun...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist
of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured.  Marlow kept his wisecracks
to the...

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Gordon Shumway
Want to cook cats someday
His flight to his planet went south
crashed on Earth and now, he's known as ALF...

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+++++  TV TRAVELS  +++++
                  
Oh where,...

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teardrops appeared on my tablet
on both sides of the glass
mine on top
hers underneath,
shed from miles away

which was which
who was where
did not matter
any longer

real or virtual,
all...

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TRUTH OR FICTION
We see our selves from the
perspective of the years,year
on year,we look back.A child
growing into an adult,becoming
a spouse,a mother,father,colleague
or friend.The years roll by,the
hair becomes...

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Flat canvas;

Bubbling brown ridges strike 
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn: 
Upwards, Outwards.

Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons, 
A precipice builds moments...

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(Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep...

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Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
 
He notices most...

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The origin of the unicorn begin's in
A time and habitat where we did not live in
In Another Galaxy it could have been in
Or in an...

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Settling down with a real good book
All safe and warm inside my reading nook

Watching time go by 
As well told stories arise

Tales of dragons lives
Heroes...

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by Sashi.Prabhu
(17/2/2012)

Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and...

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As the sun descends

For its evening rest

My eyes refuse to comply

They constantly search for the light

Keeping me awake deep into the night

Poems of nonfiction and...

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cracks reminding us 
a calender hangs silence 
by all irony.

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Practice for the blind 
circulation shutting down
shall twist towards plot

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Running for their skin,
civilised sugar paper ,...

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