Long Backstreet Poems

Alms Za Try'n To Reach Out As Legatee Wannabe

Yukon pots sib bully challah me Jude
dish hiss literary panhandler schlepping
along virtual figurative boulevard Asia
brogue kin bloke rattling tin cup aware
how quickly passersby dodge away as
if I...

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Do you want all those dudes hangin' in front of ya momma's crib?

Keep yo' churrin' off the streets and away from where the big boys fib

I'm the king of hardcore and deserve a whole lot...

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Sensing the atmosphere for omens.
Signs of impending, cusp and verge.
I ping and curl, scrape to drudge up-
internal program and hit send 
and hope for good vibes return "not the end."

I have become a lightless diode.
A...

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Dreaming of a pot of gold, you came to town
It was sprawling, this metropolis, you knew none around
Your earnings were scant and engagements, irregular
The overseer assured steady income in lieu of a favour
You succumbed to...

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Because this here is your passing 
out parade doth your cap and gown

This here I don't know if you if you are 
aware or know it yet

But also the end of what was once
your student...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the...

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Delhi seems  closer than it was last time. 
After a tea with GST, 
on to a backstreet  of Varanasi, 

Untouched by authority; 
ignored more by memory 
than darkened by amnesia.  

A huge...

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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 barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves,...

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We were both of us young
when I walked her home from the pub that night.
She held my arm while explaining to me why she was a virgin 
and would be until she married.
She didn’t ask...

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I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch,
Belisha beacon to the abyss bound  clochard.
Bonfire for uncanny scion  adrift,
 ignited by her
incandescent eyes.
Chanteuse  of Arcadia  on song...

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I’m from the little white house on the street and green leaved trees with branches 
to conquer, block parties and the young ones’ adventures.
I’m from capturing lizards and frogs to approaching my sister’s bags of...

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No matter yours truly
(potential rising star -
analogous to ascending yeast)
bred for easy street
life of po' witless
mendicant nimbly,

pointlessly, and rhythmically
shuffles (think tramp)
along his poetic little feet
garden variety beastie boy
aimlessly, fortuitously, halfheartedly,
and mindlessly follows

one after another backstreet
revisiting,...

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Sound travels faster in Darkness
At the edge of my canopy bed, I parted with my words
With background music
       "Waiting Game", "Hot in Here", "I'm of Fire", "Cherry Wine", "Raspberry...

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A scene of disgust in these modern times.
                           ...

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hey man, your words smell like tuna fish
your rhymes are ludicrous
and I have a wish
you on vacation would be my bliss
your shirt is wearing spagetti
did you dine in the serengeti
oh yeah ha ha  just...

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It’s really quite hard
I was dealt a bad hand
Nothing written in the cards
And I don’t have a plan

I couldn’t make this up
I couldn’t if I tried
I guess this is the point
That I’m at in my...

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Lin, a Chinese friend giggled at my feeble, say,
pedestrian attempt at Cantonese,
the Chinese word for butterfly or dragon even moth 
just vanished down the throat of one
so eager yet befuddled,
turning egg shell noodles under spit...

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Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they face whirlwind snowfall, freezing ice,
while others brazenly squirm,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears...

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i walked in a nonsensical direction
in the comforting warmth of the mid afternoon sun
carelessly casting my shadow before me.
I led myself, as it were, to nowhere;
Anywhere but here and now
without wind to guide me.
I advanced...

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Bring back blonde babes 
with big boobs and butts, 
showing bare bellies, wearing black and brown boots.
Because they get the bikers and  big boys 
to bring in big bucks buying bottles of 
Budweiser and,...

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*Image of Shattered Time by dreamstime

Broken Time

Its hands went frozen a warm summer June,
Bought it new when cool though it waned since then,
Days were young and fresh loved e'er so oft loom,
Vivid hues displayed stills...

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It's been forever since you went —
To the other side in a heartbeat —
To return the life you've been lent,
Towards the edge of the stellar backstreet.

Your footsteps echo until now,
Thumping gently throughout our little place,
As...

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In the back streets of my mind, I sail 
in a sea of daydreams, my imagination 
is sometimes free to run helter-skelter.
Thoughts of tomorrow haunt me.

It can be tough to navigate through
this head that thinks...

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The joy I find in colour
This extraordinary thing
Tiny backstreets shout with vigour
Freeing prison walls to sing 

When the streetlight slowly flickers
On our lifeless habitat 
The creative human passion
Has to put a stop to that 

Sweeping...

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This is the first good day of the year.
The sun shines loud through the siren landscape
and no one speaks to me but you.
It's cold,
cold this time around
Everything I need is so far away
I lost it...

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