Long Candy store Poems

I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort 
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats 
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

                    John Ruskin, 1853


I think of youth’s sweet...

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The lady with red dreadlocks Toni Townsend 
Johnson henry she was one rasta Andrews female 
drug dealer from the devils triangle in Tampa outside 
USF where I received mental health treatment for 
my severe anxiety...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread.

For such a vile creature was the...

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Alone, surrounded by seventeen million humans who call New York home
In a rut, depressed, searching in pain and in vain for hope

A crisp fall day, I venture north to play
The Adirondack valley, mountains borne from...

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Growing up with an angel that loved me.
Hovering close,with cane, walking.
Me, on a tricycle to the candy store,
Bright summer days I cannot ignore.

Though decades have past, his love and 
quiet spirit remain.
It's not like he's...

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Gretel and Hansel were given 
A seven 
But they did not know why 
Since they did not lie 

They decided to be Titans 
At the time of this writing 
Venturing into the forest 
Just like...

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Thrill to craft poetry with motives simon-pure

Analogous to beckoning
think fickle finger of fate doth allure
gussied up with 
windswept orange coiffure
tantalizes like a kid 
in a candy store to explore
amidst treasure trove of words galore
recollecting when...

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Chino

By Edmund Siejka

(from East Of Seventh, Local Gems Press publisher. Available on Amazon)


Waiting near a candy store 
For something to happen
Chino pretended to be his idol 
The 1950’s celluloid rebel
Marlon Brando.

While the film actor made...

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TO MARKET, TO MARKET
As big-box supermarkets became the rage,
most small grocery stores closed down.
And the constancy of change set the stage,
for different looks all around town.

The big new markets were open all day, 
every day...

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I am Andy; I love candy. I sell candy too.
Come and see the many candies that I have for you.

You can buy some chocolate in boxes or in bars.
Snickers is the very best. Here is...

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Heaven Leigh Kent,
With whom a lot of my time has been spent,
Non of which I even slightly resent,
I assure you, she certainly thinks I am a gent!

When she was two,
The things we use to do,
Was...

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As the hourglass gets filled with sand,
they take time to ask me who I am,
but who are YOU?      to ask such a question...

Did I invite you into my world,
with bright...

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Equal copyrights we can both claim
renown impossible mission to envision
just the experience to become linkedin
with literary talents of another motive
couched within these lines I exclaim
no idea regarding the specifics
how to kickstart joint effort game
undoubtedly enterprising...

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In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

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When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat

Yet when I actually arrive
it isn't the sea that my eyes
take a liking too
Rather it's...

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Ernie was a hell raiser
A daredevil of sorts.
He was popular in school,
A natural at sports.

A kid in a candy store
Is the way Ernie felt.
All he had to do was smile,
And every girl would melt.

But he...

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I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of...

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Dragon really shouldn’t have borrowed the penguins, away from the Zoo.
Now he was their baby sitter at the lake, from morning till night, so true.
Not to mention a catasaurus was now stalking, his delightful little...

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for a while now i’ve been taking advantage
of the online used book market
which is piling up the stock from all of those 
vulnerable little bookstore---
the smart ones, 
seeing the writing on the wall & no...

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Marriage is much like going to the grocery store to select your favorite fruit…What may look 
good on the shelf? May have a different taste once consumed at home? As I walked through 
the isles...

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Why do I write poetry?
I am sure some people here wonder just why I do! 
For my poems were once described as ‘simple’
And to others they are a pile of old pooh

I have learned so...

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Nay, despite failing to make the grade,
     this bluesy well red, duff mute 
     average white band hit,
     hard knock school alumnus
jack of...

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Once, a boy dinosaur named Vore wanted to explore outdoors
rather than stay home completing morning chores.  So, one morn, he didn't stay, but sought his brave and snuck out while his Mom snored.

Vore walked...

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Her name was Ella and his name was Tim;
They lived in a little village on the big island's rim.
Each day in the early dawn they went for their swim;
Just little Ella and big brother Tim.

Now...

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