Short Neons Poems
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cannot get hair teased any higher?
Okay then, let’s spray it with color.
Neons are good, we are heading toward the skate barn.
You look punky, woman, in the zone
Seeking life among the dead
living like the dead among the living
a ghost haunting city streets
chasing the void--
the dark places/
between the stars and neons
I am in love with my own art
cartoons painted in neons
that show up under black lights
also in love with music
classical, folk, jazz, seventies,
sixties, forties, gospel.
wasting borrowed time
another screw up
ducking between doorways
haunted city streets
walking among ghosts
chasing the void
between neons lights
and falling stars
beer and blood
a body baptismal
a soul revival
punks need contact
crows conjuring curious witches
cauldrons containing concoctions I concur with
elegance in ebony, elusive and alluring
sensuous in satin, sassy and scintillating
chosen for every painting I do
to offset the hot pinks and neons
to outline and exude and uplift
refined, respectable and reassuring
To everything..
Turn, turn, turn
Standing upon this ledges edge
Uncovered as peering amid
The city lights below
Biopsies water colours..
Moments splashed about
This vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms hues called life ?
Time, seeking purlieu sorties
Reasons incised..
Lifted from the palette
Of brushed; their rhyme.
a lone star in the sky is what you see
blinded by the lure of the city
window shining the spree of shopping
neons begging to make the scene
buildings trying to reach the mighty
nonsense say the star surrounded with twinkles
as in the dark it shines in a multitude of cosmic laughs
looking at you dragging your laundry to be washed.
I will die eagerly,
ready to go,
surrounded by neons
faeries, elves, imps
I will die happily,
in my own way
lying next to my garden
surrounded by orbs
I will die gracefully,
gladly and fully ready
adoring the heavenly
ancestors who come fetch me.
I will die with a smile
remembering my phenomenal
fantastic make believe world
my family, and my friends.
I am a cartoonist, a painter, a clandescent poet.
I paint in neons – pinks, greens, yellows and blues.
The background is sometimes done up in purple before I know it.
I start with the skin color, making it a variety of hues.
Beige might work for others, but I use coppers, silvers and pink.
I throw in some oranges every time I do think.
For I am an artist, a painter, a poet.
Colors are everything, don’t you know it?
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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon the ledges edge; uncovered
As peering about her city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours
Moments splashed atop their vestige be neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted, from his palette of brushed; this rhyme....
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.."SwitchBlade" *
Form:
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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon this ledges edge; uncovered
As peering amid the city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours....
Moments splashed upon the vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted from the palette of brushed; this rhyme....
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...."SwitchBlade" ~
Form:
Down below, the lights of the night traffic
subtly tint and tinge the wide, damp window
whose glass broods cold, mutely enigmatic.
But although its sullen, graphite grayness
is never a part of the glass itself,
no amount of dusting darkens it less.
Like a museum pane of years olden,
it looks down on the throbbing avenue
as pizza neons tarnish it golden!
The pinnacle of justice
A wing
Uplifted by the positve
Dispositioned by the negative
sciences creation of
complete wild madness
stacked against
odds in war
though never just for fun
a battle royale
with no
winner
the
neons
against
the dulls
For justice
a provocations new
restoration
from the recreation of
a darkness to a light
a conceited
worlds
pinnacle of Justice
to the remnants of a
worlds new Light
the pinnacle