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Saloon
Squeezed between office buildings
On lower Broadway
Desolate and out of the way
Faint neon sign marks the place
For the downtown art scene.
Poetry readings on Sunday afternoons
Only the regulars show up
Invited or not
Some mount the stage and
Recite a piece or two
To scattered applause.
The beat goes on
Summer nights fly by
No Sunday readings now
It’s Saturday and it’s a different place.
Crowd mingles
Three deep at the bar
A/C working on overtime while
Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On plays
Jazzy and soulful
A monster hit
To no one’s surprise.
A hangout for anyone
Bodies waiting to meet
An Agent.
Or maybe a Publisher.
Or a Rep.
Anybody. Somebody. Anyone know somebody important?
Naw, this ain’t the place
This is St. Adrian’s
A place for
Artists.
Writers.
Sculptors.
Working class dreamers.
Pretenders and losers.
Wannabes.
Lost children and
Casual loners on the prowl.
Carol, alone in a corner booth
Glass of white wine in her hands
On the rocks of course
Smiles at everyone like a Mona Lisa.
Jack Micheline
Bronx’ original Beat
Wrote River of Red Wine in ‘58
Manuscript under his arm
Waits for someone
To buy him a drink
Elaine, beautiful in a peasant blouse
Scent of musk oil like a halo
Motions
To the young men
Who watch her hands
Move like deadly weapons
Stan’s a photographer. Sleepy, one night
Left his equipment in a car
Morning arrives and
Broken windshield screams
You’ve been robbed.
Junior, a sculptor, needs rent money for a walkup in the East Village
Otherwise he’ll live on someone’s couch
Gil does commercials
Until he finds an old lady
Then Hollywood here he comes
And Glenn is a writer with lots of ideas
But no paper and no place to go.
No one asked what I did for money
Or where I lived.
I was accepted with a simple sitdownhaveadrink.
Sometimes there’d be ten of us
Squeezed in a booth or
Around a table
Talking and talking.
Any topic not important
Just to meet and forget for awhile
The nagging loneliness and rejection.
It’s well past midnight
Chairs scrape the floor and there’s an echo in the walls
Left behind are empty glasses and stale beer
As the place begins to empty out.
We leave
Hitting the still streets
Looking for a cab
Or the nearest subway
But before we do
We promise to meet again.
(or) Those Summer Days With Danny
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...
Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...
With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...
... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...
Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove
In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...
Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...
and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam' ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...
With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...
In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...
Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...
To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...
... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
With Danny
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/27/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits.
Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fifteen, seems all grown up, so different. He’s gotten taller but it’s more than that.
I'm surprised when he offers me a tour of his new ‘Boyz Only’ clubhouse. I almost wonder if he has missed me while I was away, likely not. The shell of a hand-me-down camper has been converted into a hangout. When I mention that he keeps it surprisingly neat, he snickers and reveals his stash of hidden girlie magazines, safe from the inevitable parental inspection.
I am impressed, and at the same time, I can’t help but feel like I’ve entered a time bubble, a door, a transition. On one hand, it feels surreal; on the other hand, it’s simply an honour to just sit here as a guest.
I talk to John about what it was like to adapt to life in the big city. He talks to me about his recent exploits and his adventures with his friends. It isn’t long before we reminisce about the escapades we shared when we were younger. In our pauses, we’re somehow cognizant that we’re one step closer to adulthood, to what we might call freedom.
In the past year, I haven’t thought much about home and our countryside fields. For me it’s more about what the future has to offer. But on this day, it’s tangible how John and I are setting out on different journeys. He is next in line to fly the coop and I'm sure he realizes it. As we spread our wings, it’s obvious that the gap will only grow.
This precise moment clings golden to me, ever so close to the surface of my heart.
at the forest’s edge
by the old baseball field
youth within reach
AP: 1st place 2024
Submitted on September 1, 2025 for contest 2025 POETRY MARATHON MILE 13 sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
I think i made a terrible mistake,
i didn’t think it could be true
but who did you tell about me and what did i say about you
because it was going ever so perfectly, i was happy at the start
i told my friends your’re ever so handsome
you told your friend’s i’m so smart
and both of us were in it
we both wanted to be
i said my favourite thing about you is how you treat me
because it was so beautiful
so gentle so kind
you wiped tears from my eyes and you kissed my anxious mind
i said “oh i met this boy…”
im convinced he put stars in the sky because every time he looks at me
well
im a psychological sigh
i’m fun to be around and my only baggage is a purse
i said “he’s better than i could have ever imagined”
and then everything got worse
and i remember the moment distinctively i told a friend “look who i found!” they said you were perfect for me
that their jaw fell to the ground
i said how well it was going
how beautiful you talk about me
how you were “the book boyfriend that i never thought in real life i would see”
my friend probably thought i was just crazy
you were after all a guy i just met
but both of us i would have so easily bet because you were so funny
and oh darling
in the same sense of humour as i… alway’s texting me to hangout
you struggled to say goodbye
you struggled to speak around me, swooned when i wore a dress
i wanted everything to be perfect
instead i made it such a mess because they weren’t really my friend
i learned that too late
because days after, you pulled back said that for you “i shouldn’t wait”
and i stepped into my apartment , purse fell to the ground
it suddenly felt to heavy again when i remembered your laugh’s sound
and you weren’t around to wipe the tears
nobody kisses that anxious mind
i said “look who i found!”
you heard “better , you should find”
oh
so now i don’t talk about it
now i don’t talk much at all
because you never know who’s hopes that you tripped, when you talk about your fall
it's been a while since I last felt alone yet happy
The sun dances in the sky, and I smile for such beauty only is of God
At times I find myself deep in thought to a dreaming point even
It's kind of funny that I hangout with my shadow it is my favorite poet
A part of me who will not change it's heart towards my mind
A romeo speaking of truth and beauty, a lover of women and whom they are
Women the flowers of Gods garden, all with their own uniqueness
I knew of love once, she promised her heart would never turn
But just like that her heart not only turned but felt for another
Words call and break on rooted feeling but dry on shallow ground
She sprinkled color into my life, I lived only on black and white
Good or bad, but she showed me hope and faith, how to dream
Verses flowed and passion grew I loved her more than anything in the world
I only feared not being at her side, death herself had no grip on me
Events came to be that shaped today, everywhere I look she's absent
I never got the chance to tell her from my soul I loved her
A part of me died since I last seen her, yet I don't feel empty
Memories of what once was still linger past my mind and heart
Maybe someday I will cross her path again and I will smile
Today she's happy and I stay away for she deserves this God given joy
Because of what I once felt for her I died to her her long ago
It brings tears to my heart that I too let my heart turn
I once believed in true love yet my heart proves this otherwise in my spirit
She once said you can love one without being with them I realize this true
I don't know why I am writing of her, if all I feel for her is compassion
I pray to never see her again, and even tho I run into her now and then I see her not
All I see is a person, the woman I once loved so dearly got buried with my past
Perhaps putting it all behind me for good is what is best
Let the sun dance and my soul rejoice that my heart no longer feels but sees
I wanted to hangout,
to be with the cool kids!
There standing together,
leaning against brick walls.
Holding their cigarettes,
rotating the filter between thumb and fore finger.
Putting Export A's up to their mouths for an extended drag.
The smoke seemed to surround them in a cloud of respect.
That was the time before their fingers had become yellowed,
before their teeth had lost that Colgate brightness.
They, in that moment were at the peak of their perfection,
oblivious that sometimes, tomorrow can be a cruel joke.
"What are you looking at?"
I looked down at my suddenly fascinating shoes,
watched my shoes move me in a different direction.
Their laughter stuck to me like a piece of discarded bubblegum.
So I kept walking, until I found a different self.
Determined, I carved out my own itsy bit of coolness.
A certain walk,
a bit of aloofness.
Not trying so hard to be liked.
Me the mysterious stranger,
dark clothes,
an aura of dangerous!
I tried it out for a while,
It somehow seemed to work.
"Lamoureux, you want a cigarette?"
"Na I ain't into that Sh_t!"
I walked away holding my head high,
"whatever dude.."
Somehow saying no added to my rep,
a certain kinda bizarre respect!
Army boots, metal cleats clicking as I sauntered away.
Then I went home
Changed back into familiar clothes,
dressed like myself head to toes.
Just a bit outside of normal I chose.
Said goodbye to my make believe, didn't need it anymore.
Just walked past it and slammed that door!
I had known cool for just a bit, it never truly did fit.
That dark bleeding persona wasn't me,
I needed my inner awkward to be let free,
but without being afraid of what others would see.
Friendly is how I was meant to be,
so I started climbing high up in my own tree
Fully myself, not some fake man of mystery.
Adios cool self, you're ancient History!
wow i've never seen such a small city with so many curves and hills
till i moved back down south to the town of coffeeville
alot of you might not have heard of it for it's not a very big city
just a small little spot in yalabusha county,,that's in mississippi
now it's the type of place where everyone really knows your names
and besides maybe a thing or to nothing ever changes
they dont have a Mcdonalds,a walmart,or even a shopping mall
not a movie theater a bowling alley not none of those things at all
but what they do have is hospitality that i can truly say
cause regaurdless of how many time you see a person they'll speak anyway
some will ask u how you are doing some will ask about your kin
you dont even have to know them and they act as if you're friends
and it's hard to do anything without everybody knowing
for some have nothing to do but gossip and you can find that so annoying
but talk about good eating there is food galore
you can buy catfish and chicken at any gas station or corner store
and if that's not what reall pleases you
there is somebody in coffeeville right preparing a cookout or a bar b-que
you can buy bootleg DVDs from just about anybody you wanna
you can always find nick or Bubba hanging out at rascals corner
it does'nt have much but one grocery store
but no ot really shops there any more
on sunday a bunch of guys hang at the under the tree hangout
or you can find some playing dominoes down at rolins house
cause the poolroom only opens during the week
and by nine oclock you're staring at just empty streets
we have two club one for the hip hop and one for the old
it's usally pretty late before both of them close
go to camelot and get the new of the day
and there is not many places where the kids can go and play
but for some reason everyone seems to just hang around
i geuss all and all it's a simple little town
A Tale of Two Bugs
Two bugs go strolling along the road one day
One is named Joe
The other is named Bo
Joe told Bo he knew of a great hangout around the bend
He called out to his friend and invited him along
Joe began to hum a happy tune and asked Bo to join him
Two happy fellers off on the side of the road
Singing their hearts out as though they had no cares in the world
Joe instantly remembered he had left his wallet at home
So he headed back in the opposite direction
Bo merrily followed him
Along the way they picked up two toads
Who helped them make up time in record speed
So there you have it
Two bugs and two toads alongside the road
Next a big semitruck rolls along and squashes one of the toad’s front legs
Now there were two bugs, one able-bodied toad, and one hippity hoppity toad
All singing along the old long road
Next the four see a walking stick up ahead
The walking stick says to the injured toad, “I will be a handy crutch for
You. Just allow me to help pave the way!”
The injured toad joyfully accepted the walking stick’s offer and walked
More gracefully along the road
Next on the journey the caravan of friends approached a mud puddle where
several lady bugs were bathing
They offered to help them out of the puddle and jumped in themselves
Well, all of them except the injured toad and the walking stick
They stayed on the edge of the puddle til the swimming party concluded
Splishing and splashing they merrily sang wishing they could be forever friends
What is the moral of this story you ask?
The moral of this story is two fold
The best friends in the world are the ones who are the most unique
And the one’s who help you when you are down on your luck
The second moral is that if you are traveling along a dangerous road
It is better to travel as a friendly caravan
Gwendolen Rix
7-14-14
Dedicated to Melanie and Leslie
i am rotten to the core
i'll admit there's nothing i love more
than to be adored.
lovers found, lovers lost.
each new year brings a brand new start.
and brand new boys
who fit the part
of a gentler man
and their words feel like art.
catch their eye,
baby, believe my lie.
pretty, pretty, please.
oh i'm so spoiled
yes, you knew this.
i am rotten to the core.
how much more can you endure?
i said i was quite evil
but nobody believed me.
so i went out to prove myself
and found him on the way.
oh you should have known
baby, i am dumb.
i am stupid over you
and everything that you do.
i'm so blue
i'm so blue
i'm so blue over you
and i don't know what i should do
about it.
oh, i'm so blue
i'm so blue
i'm so blue all for you
and i don't think i can make it without
you.
i hope i left a scar
on your heart or your head.
i cannot leave my bed
before i think of you.
no i cannot.
lately all i do is stress.
he knows it, too.
my life is a mess.
i can't hangout today
or this week
or this month.
i need to sleep,
i just can't seem to find the time
between all this pissing and moaning.
i'll admit i was a brat
if you admit you were no one at all.
i made you up,
crafted you from clay.
even though i designed your heart
i could never make you stay.
my sweetest kiss,
you will be missed.
but i can see a future without you.
although i may crave it...
it's over, done with, i destroyed it.
i said i was empty
and you filled me with what you thought i needed.
now i'm disapearing faster, faster,
then all at once
poof!
"her greatest trick yet!
it appears as if she...
why... she is turning into a corpse
right before our eyes!
filled with dust and painted shiney black!
come one, come all... the skeleton girl is back."
This is a letter to my unborn child . .
My Pride & joy, the love of my life, my reason to live.. we shall meet, & when we meet, there will be no wall, no river, no obstacle to come between us.. Your smile? One a man would kill for.. Your Voice? Music to my ears.. Your Presence ? My Blessing.. Youll never know what it feels like to be betrayed by your own father.. & even if you do grow up in a single-parent home you'll never want nor need for anything.. We'll talk & laugh like bestfriends, hangout like siblings, respect eachother like co-workers, & I know there'll be times when we disagree & argue like worst enemies.. but through the sunshine, as well as the rain, mom will be there though trials, tribulations, & pain.. You'll know me like the back of your hand, & i'll know you like the palm of mine.. you'll be book smart and street smart & if i can help it, you'll use the book smarts to better yourself in life,& the streets smarts to overcome the battles you encounter on your journey through life.. that "C Word" . . NOT Carpa Tunnel.. No, Not Cancer.. but "Can't" will NOT be in your vocabulary.. & "I Give Up" is an error in your mind.. I'll teach you everything I know plus some.. You'll be the kid on the block who falls in love with daddy.. therefore, your favorite words will be "I'm Gonna marry daddy when I'm old enough", only til you're disappointed with the reality that its impossible.. You'll hug mommy everytime she's in sight.. you'll be the change this world seeks.. a new spitting image of me(: , but until you arrive; baby boy, or baby girl.. i'm gonna keep this dream alive.. I'll live for you & for me.. cause when you step foot on this earth, this is how you should be.. to my pride & joy, the love of my life, & my reason to live
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