Long Back street Poems

The sun burst out from underneath the clouds
Ploughing through the merry crowd
The impact of nature is closing in 
sucking the joy  from within
Trucks and cars  littered the streets
Adding more pain to  the...

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Drain, drain, drain that is the name of the game
Drain drain , drain I have borne the pains and the shame
A burst of laughter is spilling all over the floor
And the arrrogant man is breaking...

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I didn't even see you coming but yet u want me to watch you leave 
A room filled with silence, and the sound of broken dreams
I try to hide that my voice is shaking 
My...

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A brushstroke choreographing dramatic elegy framing harmonic gavotte 

specified such so as to issue a rhyme, 
but proceeded as this scribe 
didst git linkedin with the cutting crew,
mow or less feeling grassy us,
yet not the...

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She walked down the street with her hands clasp in thine and for one moment it felt like something divine; she was walking out of an old life into a new one, but I couldn’t...

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(first you must Read Out of the Shadows - P1 and Out of the Shadow - Hit Man)

You wont be disappointed!!!!!
 

As his wife resigned from the garden pool that summers morning
Joe smiled then left...

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This is an unbelievable true story of a time when I was in my younger years. I drove out to California with a buddy of mine to spend some time with my brother. To make...

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'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
Your lyrics 'touch my life,' as you are the twin to my soul.
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I'll never question...

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Just writing on paper clip the best                            ...

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I saw you standing by tree holding on to the leaves and folding your hands as the untold mystery with bare back and rocks walk through the wood looking for the man.

 I stand aloof...

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Remember the days of
                   yesteryear
when family ties were
         ...

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I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
Straight up and down 
I got mugged in Moenchengladbach
In a back street of the town.

I’d been drinking with this bird,
Said she was an exotic dancer\
But the way she was supping
I thought...

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While constipation kept me in arrears,
asper daily writing,
     thus ordinarily straight forward
     practiced process culling material,

     (a daily endeavor generally mastered
  ...

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In Small Doses
Living a life is like taking poison –you die a little each day.

I am screwed
Know not when? Know not how? –Marriage happened.

Gone Astray
Religion is a well-traversed road –I am lost!

Favored
There’s no substitute for...

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways of smog and smut
“Live over the brush”* branded a sl*t,
silhouettes...

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the man getting beaten curled up into a ball,

with his hands covering his head, instinctively---

the pain from all the blows was so quick & deep that it seemed to

numb him the whole time as his...

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The cry is a teardrop, unheard
Among all the others in a curtain of teardrops.
You stand in the rain that falls out of nothing
The way gray cats move through back street alleys...
The way we learn to...

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Teenage romance a tale of innocence and dreams
Back from the past into the present it seams
I saw your picture in the paper we met up one week later
And I promised myself that we’d never part

We...

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i met a wise man with the heart of gold 
he told me all his stories of his days of old 

he said a child is crying on the other side of the world 
and...

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Along this trail of wires running through my mind
Much like an old ghost town the back street is always on my mind
Sometimes its dark and gloomy and other times it just lights up
Today I shall...

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Staggering through red rocks,
hot to the touch in sun,
desperately scanning the
far, muttered, desert horizon.

Looking for anybody,
amidst the baking dirt,
desperate for a drink,
to slake an endless thirst.

My wide-brimmed hat is soaked
by and endless, grimy sweat.
I wish...

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Just a common whore they said
Who rolled the drunken tars
As they staggered out from
The Dockside taverns and bars.
Lime Street, Liverpool was
Where she plied her trade.
Where her drunken bargains
Were very quickly made.

Transported to Australia
When she was...

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Deep in London's back street lanes,

Jack's spirit angered still remains,

In shadows as he lies in wait, for the prostitute, his object of hate,

He sharpens scalpels, surgeon's blades, precision tools, to slice and mame,

His intention to...

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She'd been been beaten, pushed around and abandoned like trash 
without a collar around her neck she was a dog with no name
Dogtrotting slowly behind the back street she licked at her rash  
until...

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I think I’m in danger
I could end up dead
When my wife smells the perfume
on her side of the bed
The perfumes I buy her
From a cheap back-street dive
Don’t smell like this perfume
It’s Chanel number Five

She’s been...

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