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Past(A) Poems

Walking Past a Lingerie Store

Each day, I walk past a lingerie store.
In the windows are posters of women I adore.
Looking at them makes me feel so glad
because each of them is scantily clad.
Mannequins wear items of silk, satin, and everything nice.
Some of those things are on clearance at reduced price.
There is an especially large-sized bra they've got.
It reminds me

Categories: past(a), beautiful, business, clothes, women,
Form: Rhyme

Of Lives Past a Haibun Prose Envelope

OF LIVES PAST a haibun prose envelope
Perfection is an illusive pastime ,an unending quest that hides delusion in uncharted waters on life's path.Distractions,obstacles spring up unannouced, by chance,opportunities deflate in despair.Again,again,the siren's call. beckons innocent naivety,nothing is simple one is alive.

uniquely ourselves
littered by our obsessions-
loneliness cries out

One is alive ,each day, breathing,eating living, yet separate,

Categories: past(a), life, poetry,
Form: Haibun

Driving Past a Wish

driving past a wish
parking in the neighborhood of go
enjoying the view of there
smiling fully at the fact that here i am
nothing beats the feeling
it send my heart reeling 
my head can now be cleared
only to be refueled by cloud angels of enticement
here i leave the blinds and curtains open all day
here i leave the bedroom

Categories: past(a), how i feel,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Past a Rippling Stream

 
I meander past a rippling stream,
my hair blowing in the wind;
was that my name been called . . .  softly.

did it sigh in the tangled trees above,
I twirl and swirl to only bird songs;
my name is but an echo . . .  whispering.

I wake suddenly in my hospital bed,
lost in a sea

Categories: past(a), death, dream, life,
Form: Verse

Whistling Past a Graveyard

whistling past a graveyard
Devil may care, but I have no regard

I walk among granite tombstones
six feet below are boxes full of bones

I find myself in a dark, dark room
only to realize it's a witch's tomb

gravedigger has bodies to retrieve
on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve

Categories: past(a), evil, fantasy, grave, halloween,
Form: Rhyme

Gazing Past a Reflection

I placed a mirror behind me,
So it could see where I was going.
Was truly tired of its daily invitation,
To look at just me again and again.

I walked that day beyond self-center,
Away from an isolated cold that was only me.
Moving ever so surely within a drifting warmth;
Then arms I'd never known began their embraces.

I was watching

Categories: past(a), identity, image, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Free verse

The Ghost of Chanukah Past - a Brief Digression

Russian melodies are 
haunting 
       The USSR has 
faded into dust
       The menorah lights 
shine as usual 
     but tiimes have 
certainly changed
    As Tolkien pointed 
out (paraphrasing) there 
    is a "new

Categories: past(a), fantasy
Form: I do not know?