Long Lamppost Poems

Film Noir

By the lamppost at night
with the pale moon shining bright
but obscured by the fog
I saw her in the harbor
standing where my boat lay moored
but she knew that
her azure eyes beckoned me to come
smoke from...

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The Capitalist


It was dark out
winds from the north
branches swaying over granite graves
The night seemed ominous

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Seven hundred and sixty two feet from corner to corner.  From the huge old elm tree in Dr. Rooney's front yard on one end, to the lamppost that sat outside my bedroom window on...

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A funny thing happened to me just the other day.
The friendliest cat came to my door wanting to play.
He was meowing like crazy, peering in through the screen,
As if calling to someone it’d been a...

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Your walk 
Through the wild urban path 
Under lampposts trees.
In vain you travel questioning 
The meanders of your grief.

The slimy paving 
Of a deserted gallery 
Echoes your steps of suffering 
On the silent columns 
Of...

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Sensing the atmosphere for omens.
Signs of impending, cusp and verge.
I ping and curl, scrape to drudge up-
internal program and hit send 
and hope for good vibes return "not the end."

I have become a lightless diode.
A...

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I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.

We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,  
Tamagotchi's,...

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I put on my black leather trench coat from the wooden coat rack.
 Wrapping the navy-blue scarf around my neck, I started to go outside to enjoy the night.
 I watch the wind swirl the...

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Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence

On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky

The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories abound of cloud fantasies
a thousand ships of condensation dreams

Assorted sizes,...

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Foggy mists engulfed the bright 
When raindrops fell throughout the night 
The lampposts glowed at midnights dark, 
When sweethearts kissed at Lover's Park 

Soaked wet through with glistening skin 
Revealing all true love within 
Drenched...

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Man and his dog

He awoke under the bed and sneezed as it was dusty
it had been my birthday, drinking champagne
eating Danish pastry and smoking Havana cigars
walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, took 
out a...

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lying down under the Lamppost 
looking up counting on stars
its dark lonely midnight,
falling asleep dreamy night
he appears from the shadows,
Misha wonders, , , , , ,
stranger or friend?
he draws nearer
cold breath shaking hands
with a silver...

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Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours;
the only light flashes dim
from a distant lamppost. 

My mind’s contrarily still charged 
with words, chores, lists, sacred places,
mountainous memories,
and then a thought that hasn't visited in awhile…of...

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It’s called a Blitz
It’s more like shit
Shit on the feel of it
Shit on those gone before
Before when readers were respected
Before some tortured verse unnecessarily
Unnecessarily complicated composition
Unnecessarily nurtures the arbitrary
Arbitrary in its construction
Arbitrary in direction
Direction Now...

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grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature

collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support

tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom

mescal beans at stakes looking like witches’ broomsticks

cultivated night shade a belladonna of sorts in...

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A place where the forgotten still roam free;
of creatures and lands that once used to be.
The doorway to here could be any where;
to a time of myths and legends thought rare.

I see them, playing out...

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A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National
Geographic half as tall as me, piled on
every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream.

The yellow-black jackets buzzed, I flowered
as I turned the pages. The relics of...

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Big Marty Milano

Blue-veined sausage nose
slightly off center
toward the right side of
a florid cop face
white-gloved hands
directing traffic
to the piercing rhythm
of staccato blasts from
the black wooden whistle
clenched between his teeth

everyone called him
Big Marty Milano and
he conducted a...

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Wearing dinosaur boots
blundering through the city lights
of a brain high on low energy.

Being a concrete Tarzan
bending only to crumble
at the waist
while within me
a jungly place rains ripples.

Riding a speeding bullet train,
watching a fizzy sky crap...

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One September morn, Barry is born, one day a little man that society will chastises every day, poisoned with dour memories of a life passing, staggers habitually along life’s broad way, yet still, he believes...

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I sat "alone" in a mustard field,
Trying to find my "faith."
Is it here, is it there, is it anywhere?
My sense of purpose was erased.

I lost my need for wonder,
I lost what mattered most,
My Savior, My...

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STRANGER HOLDS UMBRELLA

Rhythmic ripples of an h2o body,
  smooth saunter of disciplined legs,
    shadow in the dark, headless apparition.
      umbrella held steady, with a dustless glove.

Pounding...

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Love, to you
nothing more than washed away graffiti, 
once dripping along the 
mismatched bricks of this worn facade
where tattoos mean forever . . .
even when they fade

A clutched lamppost, 
scarred and dented, a fake shade...

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Clancy's pub had cut me off, said no more pints for me
I knew he was mistaken, I was sober as could be
So I climbed off of the bar stool and headed for the door
And much...

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Through the erotic alleyways
of dim set lamppost light,
smoky the figure struts on by
to catch the last bus of the night.
It's gone past eleven,
and it's down grim lucks drive,
but she'd've danced till dawn
swimming in any old...

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