Long Neons Poems

I know this may surprise some of you.
Not all.
It’s not going to surprise my besties.
But for others,
Let me be the bearer of a
Little surprise nugget of
Information.
I am OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE.
Some of my obsessions are:
Have as many...

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Since I was little you have been around me. My parents enjoyed you as well as their friends. You made the adults loud at the party full of joy and filled with sorrow come the...

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Soft music playing within the background

Slowly brushing the stubble upon my chin

While sitting beneath the reflection of the neon lights

Colorful images broken amid the rippling of the fountains waters

As the constellations quietly make their way...

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It is night yet in the West
   and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
   stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems of neons  halogens and amber
    ...

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The door was ajar and the flitnit sneaked in,
    not so much sneaked as zipped in with a zing.
Flitnits are very hard to see.
As soon as they sense you are about to...

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Women run into stores and buy up all the tan crap, oohing and ahhing.
Thinking how wonderful it is going to be in their beige houses 
with their brown trim.

I paint in neons – neon pink,...

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A glowing aurora seems to rise,
slowly spreading above the slumberous beach
A dewy luxury surrounds my eyes,
eternity,whose end no eye can reach.

Bringing up fragments of long buried shells,
my toes sink into the sand,still warm and gritty,
Why...

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The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.

The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until...

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Word Calibration in G Major

‘Don’t worry honey. 
No one walks this way.
At least, not at this hour.’
The neons inside the dark house,
Across the street over there,
Are aglow with ghostly shadows,
Flickering like strobes in slow motion.
Just...

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I went to my art studio to view my latest paintings,
because frankly, I had completely forgotten what I was
working on, or whether I was working on anything.

I recognized none of the paintings on first glance,
then...

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When nightfall dips in palest of gold
I feel a sense of indignity,
  As owl's melody  loses its eloquence
Through the absence of a safe abode;
Where quietude calls for avian coos
    The...

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The truth - it is not armed hand. 
The truth - it is not the boot of iron, 
compulsive stigma of force 
and determined heads. 

The truth it is not the screech of demons 
and...

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My living room is full of brown furniture,
but you do not notice it
because my paintings have
exploded onto the walls.

My paintings are not landscapes,
or faces. They are cartoons,  and they
are gloriously a part of twenty...

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Everyone oohing and ahhing over another blah house
Decorated so wonderfully. What? Are you kidding? Nothing special.
Boring at best. Blah. Tans and browns.  Excuse me. Apricot and almonds.
Sheesh!  

Decorating. A multi-million dollar business. ...

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I am painting trees with facial features
They are orange, pink, green, black….
Some with stripes
Some with slashes
Some plain
I lie
Plain does not fit into my schemata

I want to paint a azure tree
But if I paint a blue...

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Buckfast and concrete slabs
Neds and rain and thoughts of dad.
Highflats, pigeons, pavement's hue
Subway makes me think of you.

City City City lights
stream on by
flashin neons reds and yellows,
and the bridge that takes me into town-
full of...

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I’m here to drive the edge away
Though I just make you feel broken and ashamed
I leave you in a cloud but dull the pain
I shape your actions and warp your brain 
They say I will...

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LAME GOODBYE 

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
like all the years that went before
the whole city seemed to throng en masse
in the sparkling Park street drawn by its lure. 

In the translucent sky of the congealed...

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My home is neon-friend to the idiocy degree.
I am sure when people barge in, they think me mad.
Which suits me fine
For there will be less barging.

They need to stay on their side of the river.
If...

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I never work in darkness friend
Evil hunts in shadows
Give me a sunny meadow
dancing jolly, kissing flowers 
now I stand quivering gossamer wings
narcissistic greed mongers, corrupted
build towers where neons flash
sold their putrid souls for cash
the prophet...

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Neon days are preceded by thunder.

Neon days didn’t warn me about success,
neon days are built from the struggle;

Neon days do not show your sacrifice,
neon days attract flies to your light;

Neons days never simply appear,
neon days...

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I am living in my dream house.
A farm house in the country.
Where my dogs and cat can roam.
We have fox, deer, opossum, and raccoons.
Not inside, of course, but they make themselves known.

Surrounded by walnuts, oaks,...

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Woke up in the dawn of a life that now is gone.
In a town where the neons never on.
The books been read and the pages turned.
Maybe tomorrow, I'll have left and learned.

Leaves me asking, just...

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Shambling alone on the periphery of human warmth
Shorn of friendship
Ostracized from faith
Limited in contacts to nuclear kinship

Sausage-linked by an umbilical cord
In aeons
Saturated with discord
In the darkness away from candelas lumens of neons

Reduced to a bag...

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