Long Balconies Poems

The day after the mutiny incident:
DJ again pitched his idea. 
He gathered the Older children 
Again, "Okay everybody we have
To make up to Dad Ma and Auntiema.
Today."  The children remained 
In the large kitchen...

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I cannot stop laughing at the soldier acting
I cannot stop laughing at the soldier gasping
Every time I turned around he is looking on the ground
Hiding under the communist cap with the features of a pussycat
If...

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Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a notice
Announcing a brand new play
A fusion of two classics

Waiting for...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation.
Anne Rice

From the deepest recesses of the crowded hall
Came a thunderous applause that shook the walls
An artist par excellence was on stage...

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We spoke forever
And then some more
He called
We both stood on our balconies
Watching the moonlit sky above
Laughing about those stories
That compare the stars with love
He closed his eyes
So that he could see
The sight before me
The red...

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Five miles of neatly spaced suckered palm planted 
Bustling promenade,
Not withstanding a provincial cafe-culture 
Of restaurants and exciting little bars,
Enhance upon regal elegance of the crammed hotels
Regency period style facades;
Their fashionable shadows slowly lifting and...

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Balconies From Afar

In a view from the balcony, above the aquamarine sea
All the gifts of creation are unwrapped, like bark on a birch tree
Where the strength of the soul is exposed to salt air, screaming...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful city rich in historic architecture.
It is located where two rivers...

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War World II was raging over this
southern Italian town* spared by a miracle...
a deluge that suddenly occurred: 
a night of blasting sounds, of rising flames 
as American planes bombarded its buildings;
the Nazis fled to occupied...

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I met an old man in Atlantic City, in a library by the shore  
Through the glass, the ocean shimmered, he couldn't ask for more  
He said he'd been retired since his wife...

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We want to heal-
scab stealers wont allows us too 
sneaking up on us-
giving us new busy work
side trackers –
killing us 
the only hope we had left 
invested in our progeny. 
progenitors
Our children become our ancestors
Arrested...

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Before it’s too late

Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker 
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next...

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I stand alone and gaze upon the field full of crosses,
In silence, with an empty soul, I think of the days that have passed,
My pockets are full of sad thoughts, like faithful dogs,
I stand alone...

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I should embrace the thought of Karma,
that positive aspect that could change me,
instead I rely on my irresistible Charisma
which sparks the friendlessness in me.

I'm more than a kind-hearted man when it
it comes to helping others...

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This 
life 
is 
Killing 
me, 
I 
hope 
it 
burries 
me 
soon.  
I 
cannot 
surrender, 
like 
a 
weary 
soldier 
in 
a 
platoon. 
Carry 
the 
moon, 
that 
is 
your 
burden 
forever,but 
you'll 
want 
to 
cast 
it...

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Viva la Cordillera de los Andes by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan

       Long Live! The Andes Mountain Range!

	I’m seized with a mad rage to yell
	long live the Andes...

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"when the Gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers"
                        ...

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The rains have washed away
all the streets and uprooted the trees
while the grass stays covered with raindrops
making the water seep inside the shoe's skin
There is a mother who stands at her doorstep
She waits for her...

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In the lovely Campanian countryside, amid
verdant hills and mountains...where Virgil
stopped to rest,while jeourneying to visit Cybele's temple, 
lie a fertile valley where chestnut and walnut trees
abound...there is hidden the bustling town of my birth!
Narrow streets...

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Entering the fields of my childhood around two,
overjoyed by the vibrant flowers that gently lulled 
and dispersed their gentle aroma into the noon;
I passed under the old balconies with flower-pots painted
in russet as the leaves...

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My Childhood Home


My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.

Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces; 
carved woodwork, archways, spindled winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third...

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Just what you’ve 
been waiting for
Coronavirus the movie.
First let the truth be told 
coronavirus is taking out 
the young and the old.
Babies to Senior citizens.
Celebrities, Royalty,
and World Leaders.
Anybody and everybody’s 
prone.
Part of the cure
is to...

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New city street

With the wink of an eye
and a shuffle of feet
We wandered about
down a new city street
Where vendors wore blue
with a tangerine sash
In hopes to look good
with no chance it would clash
Their carts were...

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"A House In New Orleans" Contest
Sponsor: Lin Lane

Walking down Bourbon Street I stopped at the 1850 house to see it for myself. The French Quarter is rich with historic homes...homes with fully furnished decorations and...

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