Long Discotheque Poems

In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring...

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“Everybody duck, everybody run, and everybody hide. Quickly now. Hurry. IT is happening now. All run run run” In haste the message spoke. Radiating booming voice from the tissue box placed in the middle of...

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Distance flung miles away,
You turn behind and run away,
Saying no words of goodbye ,
You have taken all my hearts,
I'm heartless and breathless 
Here, I'm all alone and broken,
Longing for your return to the palace of...

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In ancient looms of my homeland,
Fairies once shuttled across threads of rainbows
Weaving folklores of gods and goddesses.

Our tapestry needed no haberdashery of
Brabubahanas and Chitrngadas or a vijay panchali,
For no tantric-needle knitted our folktales.

I want to...

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As I rounded the hill
Face to face with the still
That I'd only heard rumors spoke of

With no one around
I sat myself down
And proceeded to sample the stuff

As sweet as honeydew melon 
Got my feet to...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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Here we are,
my Bright-Light -
The Slow Discotheque.

Connect your contacts to the mob-mind,
dig the soft-focus that feels like an old future.

Leave your shoes and stockings
by the door,
my Bright-Light -
the spongy fungi carpet
will leave your feet cleaner
than...

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Well, how to say, the story begins well, I go on a path (wide enough for a tractor), 20 meters long, which leads to a field (I had never had the curiosity to go there,...

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SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE                              ...

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A nine mile shift with a roadrunner penguin is not really a relaxing way to spend a Sunday afternoon. And to hop on a squire bus and sing is often best achieved by the gatherings...

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Missions on a selfie stick is described as a result of a sudden appearance. But a carbonated omitted beast is not normally associated with a dramatic spoon and cables dancing are very often fragrant. Neat...

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When Do We Start To Live  

Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White
Voice: Wesley C.


How do I know we’ve lived?
          If you’re certain then tell me when?
          When?...

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big bulbs flashed like a discotheque strobe light.
it’s always midnight.
his breath filled the cavernous abyss.
his heart at risk of jumping to its death.
the shell of his flesh colder than a poikilotherm.
shudder of his lens.
 a...

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Crepuscle beamed, descried at the telluric cyan orb
Dusk devoured auric daystar as lambency was absorbed
Sun's verve, twinkle immersed by the lil' murk
Permeate the newfangled burst of wavering lights in the skylark
Stupefied by the wondrous jaw-dropping...

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A bibliographic oceanographic espionage is merely a tidal titan in a mesmerising swimsuit sipping tequila sunrise on a pool side sun lounger on a large eighty foot yacht. Tactless men who smear defecation in print...

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Tom’s the longest-serving member, 
Of the British para-rowing squad, 
Because whilst at a party, thunder, 
He fell, slipped with all his quad. 

He played rugby for Warwick Uni, 
Because he lived for, loved sport,
But Coventry’s...

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I was slumped 
in the plastic lawn chair 
and was fixated 
upon the spinning cycle 
of the washing machine.

I stared at the psychedelic trip 
of prismatic swirl and listened 
to the innate hum of the...

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I met a Czech now living in Quebec
Very handsome in crisp turtleneck
He tells a sad story about a shipwreck
But now has a highfalutin job here in high tech

Alec loves to strut muscles in a crew...

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The sun shines bright, 
 brilliant glowing white
 and the last flowers of the day, 
 catch the last of summer rays.

Morning glories wake
 white, purple, pink along the gate
 and the climbing roses wither...

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There was a time Pre Corona
And there is the present time of Corona
I wonder if there would ever be any time Post Corona

It seems like it's been ages we went out for fresh air
It's guarded...

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You're bent out of shape
There are holes in those shoes that you can not replace.
Gaunt like the tree branch you rode through the storm.
You release your fount of harsh tones
That will surely repreive your sarcastic...

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The breeze cool and refreshing
 colors paled pastel exhibitors
 lipstick pinks, buttered yellows, creamy peach,
 alabaster whites, orange tangerine, wintery blues;
August cools ratcheting down 
 the once oppressive heat
 relief, respite, balming appeasement,
 comforting solace...

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Four brothers and their father came from the Philippines.
For a brief time, they were big on the music scenes.
They recorded a hit song many people would know.
So many times, listeners heard it on AM radio.
Up...

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