Long Chalked Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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"You see this here spot on the bench, where it's all worn away?" Clarence asked.
     "Yeah, I've noticed that a few times, and wondered why they didn't paint it again." I...

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This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into long time. Darkness saves the day. Light work is easy. Take care; bear...

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SKULLSCAPE:

Observing the notional landscape about death,
Sometimes I begin to tear.
Faraway men rotten six feet under, dead;
What will I do when death angel appear?
The unknown place that's reserved for all men here on earth,
Where's the route...

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"50 Words for Poe: Temporal"



"Labyrinthine mind 
within chalked 
bones of cranium
lies the vestibule 
and shrine of
broken sacraments -
absent Advent,
Pentecost and
an "epiphany" 
solely lacking 
The All Divine.
There She lays like
Iseult waiting for 
Dragon's tongue
Black night eternal
immersed...

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Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, 
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their...

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Everyone Surrounds

1998
They gathered around the cake like hogs
at a watering hole. It sat in front of The You

that had been dyeing grey. But today you 
painted over yourself in yellows that burst

from the chest. The...

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Behind caution tape, I stand in the shade
watching a wrecking ball, tethered to sway
And soon with a gasp from the crowd standing by
A piece of the past is ready to die

I am seeing a lifetime,...

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As if in a decades long
     somnambulant trance
     for majority of years
     I finally awoke,
three score minus
     one orbitz...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your...

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A spider in a clock makes the hands sing. "clock right you can nearly sing it la la la". Whilst ignoring pan handles whilst sweeping the floor is not very wise. Pan handles can and...

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Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi




Billowing clouds...of...rainfall....puffing down...as a Winter blanket!

Winds...traded down...as...nomads...circling 'round...Island swells!

An ancient...lantern...an orb...of dispersed...graying...eyes!

Starry nights...in the midst of...receding...mid-night veils!


A sailor's dream...a beacon...of faceted-jewels...descending down...as an
Avalanche...of a blanketed...waterfall!

The gentle...

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1/16/23


Still rejected
I already did mention
Much is in question
In the end most won't get the message
I'm tired of all this tension
Too much focus on others skin complexions
Never once has this path been effective
Do such fools need...

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In Our Blindness, Chalked Up To Just Be Fate

Life, its complexity truly astounds
astounds this old soul so sadly earthbound
earthbound but not without imagined flight
flight into blue heavens's glimmering night.
Night of ill winds that beggars disbelief
disbelief...

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In the black and white days of the 1950’s schools made youngsters learn and learn well or else,
Uniforms were as important with short trousers and knee length grey socks with elastic garters,
Garters would get so...

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Some Glimpses of childhood Memories

The town where I grew up seems much the same 
Its many features yet retained
Still central fountain that caresses the sky
Its hazy droplets against the winter dregs of sun
Gone, the regiment...

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The madman chalked red X’s
on the sidewalks of the houses 
if he suspected 
or had evidence
that people there 
were unkind to each other, 
or their dogs.

When he was a young man,
he studied hobo signs 
chalked...

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this is where my tale wings away
past the clutches of the irascible Chadwick
up past the hinges and the curly cue
and its vocabulary roofing tiles
preparing to adapt once again
placing the bellows against the embers
possessed by a...

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I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past...

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Reading Out Loud...

Plus applying index finger as pointer guide
(take that Missus Wells),
who best not take objection, hence let snide
blackboard barbed comment dultifully slide
chalked up and emanating

from gentleman with pride
and prejudice toward third grade teacher,
whose archaic...

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Squeezing out a saturated rag.
Torn asunder, pieces of a heart.
Head, eyes, lips, arms — sore-sag.

I’d thought I’d known weeping.
I was only dreaming; nightmares
hidden in caves, silently creeping.

A mime’s hand, waving away his smile,
pocketed in eternity’s...

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Look! A Shooting Star!

Let me honor your presence (dot chalked on ‘blacksky’),
as my poems (muse offers) make light of faint hope
that one day you’ll look skyward and grok my light too,
though the distance stays greater...

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“...He said his wife in bed with another man,
she thought he was at work, he cried out ‘Tramp!’
Eric then, he lost control,
white hot rage claimed his soul,
and he bashed in their skulls with a lamp.

“Now...

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I thought of one of my nephews before I wrote this, God bless him please

He's from a western land where the hustla's real,
And the thugs'll steal,
Brothers'll kill for the love o' bills,
Tryin' to get a...

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So you want to know Muzz, what's he all about,
what makes him so different, what’s story does he have to tell.
What's his inspiration, muse if you will,
let's take a deeper look, into Muzz's little world....

Muzz...

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