Short Benches Poems

Lunatics at noon
On benches in the park they swoon….
Under harvest moon...

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october morn
river drifting by
lone parkway benches



posted on May 27, 2018...

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new benches placed 
in park at intervals..
pine pollen coats all  ...

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Not saying this man was a saint
When benches let’s just say he’d taint
Imagine instead
What went through his head
When signs clearly said to wet paint...

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They sit on blue benches
with foiled mask
What ever happened 
should dare not ask
paint chips away in 
more ways than one
as they sit and reflect 
in the mourning sun...

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its come each year
when its near
you can tell
by food smell
 the boiling pot
turkey getting hot
and fences and benches
been set for what we get
its never fade
its the
THINKGIVING PARDE...

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Perfect
Ambulation
Requires
Kinetic energy
Spending

Also
Ninetynines
Devoured

Benches
Renamed
In
Dedication to their space
Glorious
Exercise
Spent at a good pace

This is about a new walking route involving Parks And Bridges...

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Rise up downtrodden, 
resurrecting from the ashes, 
upping dreams forgotten,
incarnate you flesh rotten, 
for with misfortune you have been smotten, 
from the valley up the mountain, 
from warming benches to become a captain.

By Luckson Mupakamiso...

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Ohhh my youth , viewed from olde men less benches,
abandoned me in a fog of years
Like a broken fragment of Sun, it has shattered into a million scattered pieces 
You lay it out, in my eye line
Spread, in my path on the table of destiny. Passed  and unretrevable ....

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Liquid pellets
Pellets slam
Slam gently
Gently into
Into the
The leafy
Leafy mire
Mire seeking
Seeking sanctuary
Sanctuary on
On vandalized
Vandalized park
Park benches
Benches retreating
Retreating into
Into gentle
Gentle liquid
Liquid silence



...

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Ohhh my youth ,
viewed from olde men less benches,
abandoned me in a fog of years
Like a broken fragment of Sun, it has 
shattered into a million scattered pieces 
You lay it out, in my eye line
Spread, in my path on the table of destiny. 
Passed  and unretrevable ....

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Hand-in-hand gossiping widows
sit on vacant, unwashed benches
enjoying the warmth of the day while
glancing at men awaiting nothing
as they stare into space
overwhelmed by the barrenness of loneliness
and sorrows as mental images
recall a past love.
Dreaming will continue....

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This house is
so quiet
(as every single house).
In the morning - with a color.
And the night - with semitones.
I'll love you - it says - in this
town.
With the benches of those in love,
with the poplars in May.,
with the rains.
I'll love you - it says.
And life goes on....

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Miss Milai murmurs many times to me
Ssshhhh! Snake slithers surreptitiously
Between benches beside your bicycle
My craziest carelessness: catastrophic cry 
Carrying my carriage, ‘then I cuddle



©2015Leonora Galinta
     All Rights Reserved





Nov. 15, 2015   1.23am...

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Inside this black box is the devil’s fun house. 
Look at your distorted figure in the silly mirrors. 
Watchful eyes on park benches at midnight.
Actions speak louder than works behind closed doors. 
An atheist finds tranquility in the dark. 
Are you scared of the jack in the box?...

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Sin 
is 
sweet 
sin 
on 
street 
sin 
in 
the 
closet 
sin 
at 
sunset 
sin 
in 
the 
noon 
lost 
a 
silverspoon. 
Chairs, 
benches,Tables- 
all 
a 
fable. 
Sit, 
relax, 
rest. 
Saint 
is 
not 
at 
best 
the 
poor 
and 
rich 
have 
to 
justitify 
reach....

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Benches
nestling the arms
of youngsters and old men ,
where leaves change across four seasons. 
How treasured moments or goodbyes are etched 
upon  wooden boards keeping tales --
fragile as park’s secrets
to rest on aged
Benches


SEPTEMBER 2018 STANDARD Contest of Brian Strand...

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Snow covered benches and grass in the park
I kick snow like sugar across the path
As the trees are creaking, noise in the wind
Winter is here, with white colored decorations
Covering these places I like to visit
But the air is fresh, while the stunning beauty,
Surpasses every encounter there is

Heidi Sands

12/2/19...

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Through the street's cuts and edges
Divided by rolling, speeding wedges,

Rain hastily sears the worn hedges,
As well as dusty, solemn pledges.
A flood comes to consume

Benches melt and lamposts bend into canes
With a flickering end

A city meets it's disintegrating end
Before one can count to ten.
Acid rain strikes again....

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Teeth stained, odour untamed 
Ruth is her name 
She smiles everyday 

My friend Ruth 
She likes city views 
Just like me and you 

Night-time falls 
Unphased by the cold 
My friend Ruth explores 

Pipes, bridges 
Benches, boxes 
She calls this place home 

Crime free and tax free 
My friend Ruth is happy 
Why wouldn't she be?...

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Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep, to the beat
of yesterday....

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Bankers from their benches to cicumvent in webs
Anxieties of the dwindling bread in vicious schemes
Nation-states invent, becomes by promise celebs
Kindled on uncrowned hearts, now dries up dreams.
Ensnared we ponder at reforming this global art
Reviling old landscapes and phantoms of magic lust
Servile greed has coffled all to the stagnancy of trust...

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My home is small but cozy.
My furniture is old.
It’s all in need of sprucing up,
Or so I have been told.

But just a block of walking
Brings the river into view
Where benches sit there waiting – 
There’s not much I’d rather do.

I’ve heard, when searching for a home,
Location is the key;
My apartment near the river
Is the perfect place for me....

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Nestled in the gardens
Down by the sea
The waterfalls and fish ponds
Were a treasure for to see 

Amongst the trees and bushes
And the paths which twist and wend
The caverns, caves and crannies
Greet me like a welcome friend. 

The peacefulness that lies here
‘Tween the benches and the seats
Is a beauty to behold amidst
The bustle of the streets....

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The hours slipped away today
And then before I knew it,
It got too late to go outside;
I guess I really blew it.

The benches by the river
Didn’t have my butt to warm them.
The ferries and the pigeons
Had nobody to inform them.

Of course, I wasn’t missed at all;
The loss was mine completely,
For when I’m sitting riverside,
I write my poems discreetly....

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