Short Curbside Poems

An open umbrella
    
    blankets

two sleeping transients...

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As nurses hurry to their shifts
and a lady in a wheelchair waits at curbside,
we sit together among blossoming trees 
in this spot of sun
between hospital and home....

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My majority years have bolted
and this Mothers Day
Has left me to suppress thoughts,
from our past,
left curbside as rubbish;
That God never intended
to be recyclable;...

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Poor Santa could no longer stand with pride,
I am just too old for Christmas he cried;
but, what about Christmas eve,
and all the toys I should leave ...
Amazon can deliver them curbside !...

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a spider the size of a small cat 
came crawling round the curbside bend 
wondering what he could eat 
worms ? snails ? frogs? lizards ? bats? 
perhaps even cat 
Trick or treat mate 
your squashed, 
Bye !...

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traffic lights
amber moon
heart ticking over

here the head teeters
breathy fumes
flood the face of the road

there are other wheeled minds
in this static world
other's waiting
to go

and the gone
are gone forever

curbside
cats stare
going nowhere...

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I play the highway one on one,
  the miles referee

And chase my spirit’s center line,
  direction up to me

The wind to fire the starting gun,
  with rules set long ago

All past and future curbside bound,
 —this moment winning so

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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"Be An Angel and Be Kind" By Poet

"A" Angel factory come inside.
"N" Naughty need not apply, your kicked to the curbside.
"G" God is the boss here my dear.
"E" Eternal life is waiting for you with cheer.
"L" Love flows everywhere.
"S" Serving the one and only King is in the air....

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 end of Haviland
stilled kickstands & spokes of Schwinn
our teen shapely thighs
after school books are returned
and mind wanders down the road

chill in Summer heat
orange & vanilla twist
creamsicle in cone
the yield of sweet and tincture
melting on curbside tongues
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You,
pretty -
used to be.
Pretty moved out,
kidnapped Youth as well!
AGE, now lives in your house,
she forced your hope-chest curbside.
How dare your birthright forsake you?!
No. Pretty and Youth are not to blame -
what is given will be taken away.


Susan Ashley
July 15, 2017


(June 27, 2017)...

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Hot summer's evening - Unwelcomed wind gusts - Frenzy of swirling leaves - Wildlife take cover - Thunder rumbles - Lightning's strike - Splattered rain  Steaming pavements - Curbside rivers overflow - Sunken fields puddle - The calm after - Sunshine winks - Remnants of Gusts breeze - Flower heads lift - Children play - Animals drink - Birds sing - Nightfall approaches - Full moon glows - Stars twinkle - The owl hoots...

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Scent of plumeria,
Early evening stroll;
Stray of nostalgia,
Moist winds hurling toll.


Curbside walkway route,
Straying feet trample;
Flowers grounded loud,
A carpet ample.


Old tree in moonlight,
Streaks of radiant waves;
A poignant insight,
A pulse comes to save.


In silence I
Feel the stillness speak;
A touch brings a sigh:
Joy plus sadness peak.




Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore...

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Curbside romance


Picture in a magazine
Leering at a beauty queen
Short shirts and dirty mack’s
Waiting for red light perhaps
A furtive glance
Curbside romance

Fake smiles through
Red violent lips
Faded faces worn
By times constant grip

High heeled whores
Strut like flamingos
On their way
To another nights work

Woman in a window 
Peering down the street and
Meat in a butchers shop
Waiting to be eaten

Internal musing...

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The Recliner
Written: by Tom Wright
1/18/2016

Drifting toward slumber,
I meditated on earlier occurrences.

Shortly, dreams transported me
To an eerie place;

Where, at curbside, hopelessly I sat 
As a pauper cloaked in rage;

Just then the Security Alarm went off,
And I was kidnapped by reality.

Leaving mind’s specter,
To crawl back into the shadows;


This captures my time
When its seventeen degrees outside.
Tom
...

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In the suburbs, once a week, 
Recycling bins go out
And wait there, curbside, for the trucks
To pass by on their route.

A glance inside can give a hint
About the different things
The neighbors choose to purchase
And the refuse that it brings.

The water bottles, magazines,
The papers, boxes, cans,
Perhaps the same as yours or ones
Of which you aren’t fans.

The bins provide a service
All communities do seek
While also giving people
Into others’ lives a peek....

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Observed while on my morning walk – 
A tiny little mouse
Went scampering out in the street,
A plan I’d not espouse.

For he ran willy-nilly
With no destination set,
Approaching several buildings
But no access could he get.

He darted back to whence he came,
A pile of curbside trash,
Then turned around and to
Another building he did dash.

A fellow walker witnessed this
When I said, “Look at that!”
He laughed and answered, New York style,
“At least it’s not a rat!”...

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