Nostalgia Mystery Poems

I side-stepped the chicken seller
I am an observer in these parts
many, many years ago I knew a song
and worked these very streets, alive
singing, selling, when...

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The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique 
... A rare antique

With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes 
Lining each and every...

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The tide worn and barnacled pylons
holding up the wharf wobble 
on a sea swell like loose teeth.
Most of the decking planks
are missing. Those that remain...

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From dot number one I draw a line
To dot number two with a pencil fine,
Then on to three, off to the right
Back to dot four,...

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It is the happiness edged with sadness and pain,
The feeling of dancing alone in the rain.
It’s longing for something you’ll never get,
The missing of someone...

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And once again I whisper, "Wrong number."
Twisting the cold cord around my finger,
Sitting there, as cool as a cucumber 
Still knowing why I will always...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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I like to stay extremely vague,
born  alongside a culture shock;
Hype built by the publications,
a cinematic adventure;

Try but you will not guess my age;
People lined...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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In the winter I realize 
I became a cat moving from one cozy spot to the next. 
I stretch and lay. 

I watch the snowfall...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound...

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Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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Magnolia bloom pale 
white like moonlight 
hurricane shutters creek
a sultry night wanes 
restless sleep 
ceiling fans beat 
quiet absent rhythm 
a soft breeze 
I lay...

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