Short Backstreet Poems

Soft tendrils of your hair
draped across my arm--
A scent so subtle
it lightly teases,
while I breathe deeply 
blazed starlit dances.
Against the curtains,
there-- velvet pillows fold
until gyrating shadows wheel about;
uninterrupted murmurs bursting
ignoring the subdued daylight
until we give in to an ever private dalliance--
Two lovers happily surrender
on the backstreet of lured affair.


It Was A Beautiful Affair
7th July 2016...

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Is your pride free from shame, strain or sad games?
Or that's a name that hides a friend in pain?
I wonder why your wild wounds burn in flames.
I wonder why that temper cries in vain.
These questions sustain the bond I’ll maintain
A friend in pain; fearless with no deceit
Your graceful greets and weekly backstreet beat
Paints a portrait of placid parks so pure
From tears and throbbing headaches. That’s your treat.
Thus, I’ll cherish that grin, my endless cure....

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To the tune of: “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean”

                     I

My grandpa sells condoms to sailors
He pokes holes in them with a pin
My grandma gives backstreet abortions
Lord, how the money rolls in!

                    II
 
My cousin’s a pastor in Cleveland
He saves young, fallen girls from their sin
Fifty bucks, and he’ll save you a cutie
Lord, how the money rolls in!


*Variations of the above have been around at least since the 1970's.
Written 5/25/22...

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