Lanes Poems

Lanes of Life

Far too many are not content.
Discontent often  causes resentment.
When we drift into unfamiliar lanes;
Lanes that are out of our domain,
Absolutely nothing is ever to be gained;
And eventually, this will cause much pain.
Sometimes, we seek the wrong change.
Sometimes, it's better to remain the same.

By-lanes of my mind

 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

Some Memory Lanes From My Friends

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

GO NO MORE A BOWLING

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

Crossing Lanes

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

Memory Lanes

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

As We Stroll Along Lanes of Truth, Lies Or Convenient Illusions

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

Memory Lanes

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

Dale the Brave

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

Leaf Covered Lanes

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

Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

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

Down Many Traveled Lanes: Sonnet

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

Green Lanes

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!

Changing Lanes

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

Changing Lanes

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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