Long Streetlamps Poems

Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn...

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It’s a long journey 
from where I’m from. Light years away. 
And then some. 
Your TV transmissions kept me entertained. 
But the News worried me. Perhaps more than it should have. 
Upon my arrival I...

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I was an experienced, intrepid hiker, who had wandered the Appalachian Trail,
As warm gold regularly wanders a blue world, focusing on each vibrant detail.

I had tramped so many interesting paths, both the famous, and the...

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I kept thinking what life would be like if someone invited me out for a cup of tea in the middle of the night, I kept thinking what life would be like if morning was...

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He walks the moonlit moor,
With eyes all aglow,
Hunting down his next victim,
Bringing death unto us all.

His ears are perked up,
Listening to the sounds,
That fill the night sky,
From the bats to faint footsteps,
And horses neighing in...

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the girls  
He will not let you forget. 
You will wear his hands around your throat, a chain of honey and sweat. 
His calluses grating across your thighs are still carved in memory, 
And...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Parisienne Dream
and suddenly you've fallen through the seams
from very life, to stroll here by the Seine,
dropped from reality into my dreams
where you've loved me forever now and then.

You taste the fragrance of...

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It’s a cold December afternoon,
Four-thirty, and already dusk is upon us.
We walk side by side, like since forever,
Up the slight incline that takes us to the top of the road,
Shoes scuffling on the tarmac pavement.
Our...

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MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - Parisienne Dream
Quite suddenly you've fallen through the seams
from very life, to stroll here by the Seine,
dropped from reality into my dreams
where you've loved me forever now and then.

You taste the fragrance of...

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They said to me,
make a wish under a violet sky
and that wish will come true...
never did I hear such a lie so true.

I left such a wildness
as those girls lost their ways,
mother and father shot...

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with eyes only half aware
Of life and its warnings,
Lifeless and blissless...

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Winter is on the tips of her fingers.
Winter is silver on her breath as she exhales,
oxygen stamped with her name, forgotten
as either one,  
stiffening into smoke like her hair
against the twilight.
Her tears are winter...

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Old lady walks slowly
Feeble knees jerk;
Fear of falling

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New restaurant
Delay in opening;
Manpower crunch

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Basketball court
Evening persuasions;
Sporty sweat

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Car park warden
Issues a ticket;
Overdue toll

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Old man sits idle
On cold stone bench;
Eyes curiously scan

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Little toddler greets
Adults in a lift;
Hello and Bye-bye

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Cake-making...

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A Night of Walpurgis
By Sy Roth

The April moon hung in the sky
Full, like nightshade fighting off the darkness
The strident masses hung about the street corners
Chests puffed out readying to rid the night 
With Walpurgis bonfires...

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Jalopy Memories

The old jalopy still proudly rumbles down a street now paved with asphalt
Flying tattered banners and trailing mists of smoke and steam in circles
Riding on thin tires held together by shiny spokes glinting in...

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Did the creator(s) of his chemicals
wreck his chemicals ?
Or did he recklessly
wreck them on his own ?
He stormed almost violently
through the evening, half an hour after dark,
scowling and barking at enemies unseen;
he seemed to be...

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I've somehow pondered about the 
   rush of air
of how I could be lulled on billows, and  
   yet, 
its notes upon my flesh eludes me--
as if in midnight trailing,...

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Once in a while -in a moment 

of immense sulfurous clarity, when 

every grace I locked in my dilated pupils

begins to form lesions, yellow-running

tears through the deepest, lusty scarlet –

black and white would be a...

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Under the veil of a velvet night,
The Thames gleam softly, silver-bright.
A foreigner walks, her heart alive,
Breathing a city where dreams arrive.

The river whispers its timeless tale,
Of kings and poets, of ships that sail.
Streetlamps cast their...

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There’s a moment when, crossing between two streetlamps, a double shadow appears,
arching from your fears, a body projected through years onto cracked concrete. 
So, stopping, you watch it split in separate directions, no fixed perfections,...

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You are the reason for why roots do not grow in straight lines,
For you are persistent enough to realize how dull
Life would be without the tangling of words and fingers
Rather than roads and interstates

Distance lodges...

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Seamless Breath
                by Odin Roark

At sunrise,
Man-child of his heart,
Reaches past the years,
Washes little sleep down the drain,
Accepts the body once...

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The city exhales steam like a tired beast,
its breath pooling in alleyways
where no one walks anymore.

Cold, wet cobblestones gleam
like the backs of forgotten coins,
each one holding a secret
you must step lightly not to disturb.

Streetlamps blink...

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Anything I want to be Fuchsia?
Let's start with the fire trucks for every city.
Let's paint the town bandstand and each dog and kitty.

Anything I want to be Fuchsia?
Let's paint my mother-in-law's little and big toes.
Let's...

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Tears fall onto the steering wheel 
Is this love I’m meant to feel?
But how could that possibly be true?
When my colour spectrum is forever blue 
Gone is this woman I use to know 
I sit...

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