Short Balconies Poems
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Romeo was handsome and warm;
he often lured Juliet into his poetic realm...
he had a charming smile and vocal skills,
only climbed balconies with roses, not hills.
My dream futuristic city
My city in the heavenly tropics
My walled Indian city on Venus
My city with tropical flowers
Luxury condo buildings with white balconies.
Balconies
are decorated
with daisies.
The perfumed
geraniums
hang like plants.
Beautiful
are the gardens
above ground.
They are seen
in New Orleans,
not elsewhere.
.
Penthouses
Are not the retreat
They are the meat
That sandwich the talent
On balconies
Away from the juice
That produces
Abuse and misuse
Of time better spent
With friends
And open ends
The bends hide
From the start
Progress
By R.e. Taylor
Man has moved on
Progressed
Beauty no longer matters
Only function
Canyons of glass
With walls of stone
No more flowers
Or window boxes
No more balconies
Or cobblestone streets
No more places to walk
Or talk in peace
Has man really progressed
Or has he lost too much
Washing spinning suds
Watching. Thinking on spring things
Carnations in strict
Formation and blue roses
Poses on balconies.
With BLINDING beauty
All are blooming and smell of
Fruity confessions
With their beauty fragrant
Fruity concessions they are
Doing their duty making
Life a lovelier WORLD
Balconies
Where did the balconies go?
Lovers can no longer read sonnets from below
Romantics can’t climb the vines to kiss their true love
Couples need a new way to elope
Romeo cannot woo his fair Juliet
Love is truly lacking inspiration
Where did all the balconies go?
I do not know but in today’s world
We need just one
Built for romantics and lovers
And the idea of love
Execute the space
Dont let it go to waste
Shake each clover leaf
With satin hands, minds blend
This is the grand chorus
Men have flown from pages to see
The great unfurling of destiny
Rocketed through endless chase of chance
We will make futures sparkle today
Poised on lofty balconies, bring out
Your kings and peasants to see
What comes now
When we blend our mercury
The day broke muggy and gray
Dewdrops sizzle on gooey asphalt
and burn holes in parched lawns
Outdoors discriminates not between
craftsmen's rank sweat and
day laborer's grime
Apartment-dwellers' tongues hang
over their balconies, enervated
gasping for droplets of air
Hell hath no Furnace like a city
at the mercy of a heat wave
without a Fire Escape
Should doors close, you'll find me awaiting
Harking to aeolian whispers,
Watching the windows for your return,
Sitting in crepuscular stillness,
Should doors close, balconies will open,
Creating new possibilities
Of our passionate love reunion,
Look for marked jalousies, should doors close.
06.08.2020
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Sunday Morning
Puddles on cobblestones
Had a film of spent
rainbows,
clouds rested on rooftops
and tear streaked windows misted;
dejected curs
sniffed the air as a damp army
of washing hung limply on balconies.
Church bells peeled
the faithful prepared for mass,
unseen and
under arches the tormented
waited for the bar
to open and release them
from the agony of
their lonely inferno.
The island is very small
With a small mountain
And a small lake
Some small towns
With small stores
Little houses with tiny balconies
And miniature beaches
Where winter and summer are blended
Exchanging their days and nights
Like the play of waves
You can ramble on it all in half a day
Only the setting sun is big
Like a giant bronze rooster
It doesn't want to leave
Even for a night
This island of only two postmen
Form:
Been landscaping crew cuts
Mowing down yards constant
Gravel in its place, hedges and drapes
All for you to live accordingly
In the right scheme
Where wildness is tamed down
Where citizenship, not so profound
So we can go on our way
Planting seeds for the future
Seeding children with identity
Posing God on marble balconies
Any upset to the balance
Police find the scent
Guard dogs and lawn gnomes
Our plastic surreal american lives
So quaint the papa
Of the church original
So loose, the benedictions
From balconies fall.
Hours or minutes
Or seconds or days
End times, ne'er
So obviously near.
Reguild the lillies
On the Crest of kings,
Approach thou legends
Within reach of the demons.
So delicate the orator
Of foundation, lays
Till wisps of sin
Engulf our plane.
Friend or few
Foe or many
On that night we forgot,
The Saviour descends.
I always expect to hear singing from the balconies
there is only the chatter of other enthusiastic diners
in the thin alley where we consume outside in summer
Scars, my favorite restaurant with a welcoming owner
we are greeted with plates of warm steaming appetizers
crisp table cloths are white linen, the silverware heavy
It is not inexpensive, but we would gladly pay more
for the ambiance, delicious food and this gorgeous alley.
Israel's Festival of Tabernacles is here
Designed to bring cheer
It's the happiest time of the year
Crops are harvested from far and near
Extensive preparations made, quite dear
On balconies, in courtyards, flimsy huts appear
Jews share their largesse with all who draw near
Eat and sleep outside, except in weather severe
Rejoice together, proclaiming this message clear
~ With thanks for our bounty, the Lord we revere