Lanes Poems - Poems about Lanes

By-lanes of my mind When I write, its verbose; When I don’t, I am short of words; Write with flair and respect, brevity is a gift; They remind me as my jargon filled words they dissect. All this is internalised, The lips quiver, pen shakes in hands that shiver, Prove it, prove...

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I thank my friends for everything I cheers to life, to demonstrations To flights, to chess game plays To city neon lights at the seaport To ceviche and mangoes in my youth To everyday life writing poetry To sunset viewing and appreciation To support, to love, and be loved I'm afraid to delete your phone number When I really get...

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So we’ll go no more a bowling So late into this night Though our arms be still as willing And the lanes be still as bright, For balls wear out the fingers And arthritis shows its might, While the back pains all linger And knees need rest’s respite. Though the night is made for bowling And the lanes close far too soon, Yet we’ll go...

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Happy Hour is one drink short of a buzz, I try to determine the moment it all went sour. I’m looking into the empty glass wondering where the ‘happy’ went, did it dissipate on a curling lip or a sigh? I find the remote in the back of my mind where remoteness lives and has its bunker. It’s been a tough past year, and we’ve...

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It is said that when you pass, if but one person remembers you then you will live two lives; one in the hereafter, and the other in a rented mind, but when you are totally forgotten, what then? Perhaps someone will forever Be opening doors in your astral body trying to figure out what you once meant to them. Of course there will always be...

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As We Stroll Along Lanes Of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions But if truth and light grace your soul And a wisdom shields heart and mind, You may in life hope for the best As we stroll along lanes of truth, lies or convenient illusions And either we come to know or not know That to this dark world- we...

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After the trauma of separation after the slick delivery, the breaking apart of fluids that fed and breathed for you while you were still a suckling life-raft in your mothers emptying ocean. While you were that blank slate, loving nothing but the need to be nursed within a being you could hardly comprehend, memory arose as if it were...

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My life flashed before my eyes as I sat in the driver’s seat I clung to the wheel for dear life my face was as white as a sheet Would this brave man named Dale live to tell the tale? Had he written out a will Drafted Out in great detail ? I was petrified you see But he had...

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Walking alone down the leaf covered lanes, the ground is still damp from Yesterday's rain. A cathedral of trees tower overhead, with colors of Fall that haven't yet shed. Now in this moment when Winter arrives, the cold wind blows and the chill is alive. The very first snowflake floats from the sky, falls on my face like...

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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust". O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin with some so set, simply young at heart could not win. Some did their best to accept needed and good change but not...

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Down many traveled lanes I sauntered sadly, Up avenues I’ve trampled more than twice. I've slipped and in prostration cried out badly for anyone to blare their soft advice. - “Reverberate!” I thought in paths I’d fathered. Illuminate my present gifts of chance, these shreds of life that I have never gathered, the times I’ve shunned the elegance of dance. - In simple furtherance of...

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Among ancient groves, One summer night alone. Secrets on the wind. And awakening to Mother natures symphonic Mystery of life. When people used to Find a home in the hearth-light, Owls haunt the hedgerows. Each day an event Every step an adventure, To new horizons!...

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The roads walk upon within my life fells as if they are crisscrossed and tangled like a gigantic knot. An enormous ball which has me trapped inside of it. Will anyone come here to rescue me? I will rescue myself from any tricky obstacle life throws within my way. Perhaps I should be self-guided and follow...

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Booze and madness. I'm feeling it. Again, nobody believes me but the nonsense, it just makes sense. It's all about the soul deep down inside That's me. I'm in my head and I don't think I'll ever get out. And then suddenly he knew it was true, sometimes. He did drink alone and he is mentioned in the Abnormal Psychology textbook under psycho-derelict and possibly...

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Glad for the country lanes and the buzzing bees. Glad for our talk under the trees, and that he listened. Cedric loves me, I am sure of it, for he squeezed my hand before he moved away. Glad for the country lanes, and for that lane he is in now, in his house next to his beehive, and the honey bees. ------------------------------------------------------------- The first line is from the...

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