Long Lampposts Poems

The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison yard,
         ...

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The House on Lake Maggiore

The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, 
my imagination became the artist.

The day has become  a deckchair, gently folding itself up
as my walk leads me into a...

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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that...

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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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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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How happy can one be?
Ofentimes, I wonder aloud,
Taking advantage of my creative licence.
Let me explain -
The filth I encounter in this city:
Stinking garbage hills along the sidewalks,
Bloody graffiti of betel-nut stains on walls and lampposts,
Jellying...

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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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Some think that happiness is having lots of things,
I dispute your mundane point of view and come Christmas Eve,
I would like to ride my sleight and be Santa for a night...
but I would need the...

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Amorous is the tingling touch they feel
Blooming kisses as flaming as red bells
Convey passion in their glowing eyes 
Directing fantasy-filled thoughts outside
Enamored by the heavy snowfall on the elms
Farther they vanish into the hushed hills...

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Creeping tendrils, fungal cordyceps, grabbing hamstrings by the bone,
Stunting pain in muscled biceps, stretch as if they work alone.

No matter far nor long I run, no matter time, not record,
Confidence degenerates in ton, and waste...

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BOX OF CHOCOLATES 

My heart aches for those who vanish —
a variety like chocolates, melting
into vanquished existence.

First and farewell - those lucky
who have died, without having
their names besmirched —

the young and old, the hospitable
and the...

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My nomadic guy, please don’t tear my flesh
This lonely chamber isn’t made for one
Come play the lead strings as our grooves refresh,
Oh no funky stardust when you are gone…
Sad moon for me and blazing sun...

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SHE NOW LAY NAKED

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing 
Most elegantly, she danced from bottom to top 
Pedals of roses Isled the hand scraped, oak wood floor that leads to his room 
A...

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*A true story.  If you don’t like this, please ignore, because I will delete any rude comments.

As the Christmas season approaches with the new fresh fallen snow,
And there are thoughts of pretty scenes, nativity...

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Nobody thought what causes the destructive force
of an hurricane in hot summer months, one thing
we can't deny is Nature rebelling against Man;
Harvey is followed by Irma, others will arrive soon.

A fierce wind bending and cracking...

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Danse Macabre

Twin Old Glorys jitterbug above the hoods as silent heralds; the motorcade 
congas three-abreast along the Stemmons Freeway sleek in shiny chrome.
Long honks and short beeps unite in harmonious homage 
to the office that...

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The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind, 
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their...

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You are not water anymore when you turn into a cloud,
You are not the same as water when you are frozen.
Be a dew drop on the top of grass.
Be a shy tiny pearl on the...

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The Art of Catering 

There was a time I believed everything I read, even in Reader’s Digest. 
one such story was about a French soldier in the world war one who, 
in his breast pocket...

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How you feel is not enough,
You as this is less than function,
Avert the feel, replace with stuff,
Or suffer states, disjunction.

Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust,
To the mumbled mind within you,
Hocus pocus, lack of locus,
There's too...

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They get braver, it seems, under the cloak of darkness
Like a monster from a bedtime story,
Peeling back its human mask, allowed to roam free on the pitch-black streets
And everyone, they think its you that is...

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The lampposts stand,
stoic and lonely,
spirits overlooking the barren land.
Their light’s turned cold,
same as the air’s developing bite.
It’s only natural;
winter drags in a reality both harsh and unforgiving, 
unrelenting in its frigid austerity.
How could anything not...

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The harbor gave a dim illumination,
lampposts vaguely penetrating the dark water.
As waves like shades of wine drowned the jagged shore of stone,
I watched a fibrous complexion of steel shimmer from the water's edge.

Ships sleep, rocking...

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footfalls …
	house to darkened house
unhurried, muffled footfalls echo,
passing lampposts shedding gold …
	pool of gold … 
		pool of gold …
wife's hand in mine like long ago,
	yes, long ago,
serene, calm dark inviting thought,
sweet memories of younger love--
	we...

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Some people give you butterflies
When staring deep into your eyes,
Or cause peculiar palpitations
Just from your kindly conversations,

But when you're on my mind it seems
You take these feelings to extremes,
One look at me and suddenly
My insides...

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