Long Pasadena Poems

Thus it begins—
A free-verse epic
Into the mind of
A writer and an idiot—
A romantic and, 
Often a pessimist
Conjoined in arbitrary glory
Are the thoughts and words 
Of one overly-worked mind—
Charismatic and, of course,
On the pushover, pitiful
And usually...

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"Angels & Demons"




The Soul never sleeps
battered and lonely, the lesson 
Life spent in The Hard Sell

Soft-served you become
melting Insomnia 
mouth sucking a loaded gun

blue ribbonned and veined
pulsing electricity 
from heart to lung to brain

you’re a...

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In Southern California and especially in the city of Pasadena. Their local politicians, their local court system plus their Marxist California's state governor. Are attempting to arrest of some of their pastors and their entire...

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NO THROWING OF STONES:

Let it be your culture,my pals...
To not throw stones if you live in a glass house;
Unless your house capably flies into clouds.
That's when your houseflies to awe the crowds,
And you become doused.
Every...

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(At 10:40pm on December 8, 1980,
John Lennon was shot and mortally
wounded on 72nd Street, New York.
Given his love of outrageous wordplay,
this poem imagines his stream-of-
consciousness utterings as the 
ambulance rushes him to hospital,
moments before his...

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Florence McLane

1889 – 1902


Psst… over here!
My toppled tombstone is the one 
With the somber seraph carrying a cross.
My grave is the one that no one can see or find.
My hidden final resting place is in...

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We sing our sixties folk songs 
And live in our Woodstock memories
Dancing to Cher’s Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves,
Hanging on to our excitement at surviving the seventies.

Peace is our sign, with love beads and Go Go...

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Of parrots and parakeets, no one knows
now numbering in the thousands
no longer Mexico's bucolic birds
new urbanized citizens migrated 
to the suburbs. 

If you travel to Los Angeles and county
where hobo avians flock to Pepperdine
hoping to...

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"Thursday's Child"




Saturday She Left


Saturday You Arrived


Tuesday Answers Delivered


Spirit of Ether Speaks	





(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
LJ - G - L



”A circle is the reflection of eternity: it has no beginning and it has no end…”




















1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aether_(classical_element)

2. http://www.theosociety.org/pasadena/forum/f14n02p135_is-aether-spirit-or-matter.htm

3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astral_plane

4. http://pmj.bmj.com/content/postgradmedj/22/252/280.full.pdf

5....

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Sir Albert the Egghead was in an arena
somewhere 'tween Frisco and Old Pasadena
Determined to joust with the best of the knights
who'd ever assembled near Frisco to fight

He rode in on a sleek thoroughbred, oh so...

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If I remember this correctly 
I was about 15
At school in Cambridge 
Bunking off
Watching BBC 2
And Depeche Mode 101 was on T.V
Never really been interested in Music
Never bought a record 
Sport was my thing
But watched...

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In but a few notes in the seventies, I recognized The Beach Boys
Little Ole Lady from Pasadena inspired me to push petal to the metal.
I had never wanted to be in California, and now I...

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Galileo had his turn.
But with much still left to learn
the brown dwarf sat-----waiting.

Then came hubble to the frey.
Seeking in a finite way
the brown dwarf teasing.

Nibiru, if confirmed, 
a new planet we have turned
from mystery to...

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Remember all those tea ads with the chimps on?
We’ll prostitute the Prague of Gustav Mahler
and desecrate the divas of La Scala.
Would Bart betray begettor Homer Simpson
(he’s not so much a whoreson as a pimp-son)
to get...

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I knew it was going to happen,
it was preordained,
so went in my living room,
the furniture I rearranged,
tried a new italian recipe,
on my kitchen range,
hopped on the bathroom scale,
worried about weight gain,
wonder if I'll ever have...

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I do not sing any of the new songs. But I can sing Let the Little Girl Dance.
Teen angel, I’m sorry, It’s now or never, everybody’s somebody’s fool.
Alley-oop, itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot...

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Pasadena Big Band, On With The Dance

Nostalgic swing, singing the blues
So put on your dancing shoes
Get out of your chair
Dance like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire

Imagining we are stars in a speakeasy movie
Dancing the Charleston,...

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February 5th, 1984, left for dead
Bottom of a mountain in Pasadena,
Me and my daughter’s bike, with the
Pedal I broke off with my foot when
We landed next to the twelve-inch curb,
In the street, the front tire...

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Peachy Keen was thrown into the ether by a young disc jockey
His name was Jim Hawthorne, and it was nineteen forty-eight
Hailing from Pasadena, California, he was loved by the teenage crowd
Always making up words, like...

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