I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun daytrip,
paying punters paid to ogle and view,
the ever-arousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
I see positive in my circumstances
under no roof or no security
shelves packed with uncertainties and cranses
to uplift my soul from any puredee
I begin a long list from Able Street
and better to be successful failure
to monitor tasks, adding slices of beet
than living inside that golden chamber
Uncle "Nightmare" Sam Says...
Tonight's the Night I Slash your Dreams,
Daylight Madness and Midnight Screams!
No Bells of Mercy Will be Tolled,
Your Screams to Me, Worth More than Gold!
I'll Haunt Your Dreams, to Scratch My Itches,
Till Tomorrow Night...Hugs and Stitches!
So, what is life without the gift of love?
An empty shell to face it all alone.
Without it, there's no shared solution of
The drama now, and what is still unknown.
To earn that gift, love is a two-way street;
The take and give should share joys willingly.
In times of pain, a kind embrace will meet
compassion with the warmth of sympathy.
It matters not what misery is faced;
Love is the potion that can ease the pain.
Though all our problems may not be erased,
Love calms and heals to help a new hope reign.
Love's two-way street of give and take must fare
When those we love need praise or heartfelt care.
There's this fine girl
In my street
She said I'm very sweet
She licks me like ice cream
When the play starts
She gives me high screams.
Her body shape
Just like the coca cola bottle
She said she likes my muscles
She likes the way I grab her
She got the best styles and wine
When we start to ride
Then I ride her recklessly, she says faster.
This fine girl in my street
Don't play with anyone else
She always runs to me
Whenever she's bored
She said she likes my play and the vibes I give.
There's this fine girl
In my street
She said I'm very sweet
She licks me like ice cream
When the play starts
She gives me high screams.
Her body shape
Just like the coca cola bottle
She said she likes my muscles
She likes the way I grab her
She got the best styles and wine
When we start to ride
Then I ride her recklessly, she says faster.
This fine girl in my street
Don't play with anyone else
She always runs to me
Whenever she's bored
She said she likes my play and the vibes I give.
Lala land by the street lamp -
The lemon and lime raindrops
Land, one by one, on my tongue.
The flavors mix with the storm
And sugar cone; tangy cold
On my lips. Warmer with melt -
The sour savor of colors
And sip of rainwater muse.
We met under the street lamp
on our first date to have fun.
We wished to relish junk food
tasting salty chilly sweet and sour,
at random enjoying variety.
Good to know, our food habits
resembling much extent.
Satisfaction of taste buds ran
almost similar to both of us.
Food is the interest for survival.
We were students at that time
unable to afford posh restaurant.
So we chose fast food at street -corner.
Our romantic life had its start
under the street lamp leading to unison.
By the street lamp I savor
my cherry-cola snow cone
while licking deliciousness
from a mound of shaved ice as
I slowly sip its sweet tang
and relish at intervals
nibbles from a lemon bar
whose icing gladdens my tongue
BY THE STREETLAMP
Poem written for SENSE OF TASTE POETRY CONTEST, Nette Onclaud, Sponsor July 28, 2025
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she hunkers by the streetlamp
wrapped in a tattered blanket
lost in the cracks of concrete
swallows tangy bitterness
bitter brew of circumstance
choking on acrid despair
savoring sweet solitude
By the street lamp we stand by,
our favorite restaurant.
Seeing people are eating,
hot dishes being devoured.
Food plays with my hungry tongue,
senses are jumping for joy.
Another heavenly meal,
mouth and stomach did enjoy.
'Follow your dream'
easier said than done
as the girl of my dreams
for me she is the only one
and yet for her I don't exist
she sees through me sad to say
don't have what (it) takes her fancy
won't even look my way
as ships which pass in the night
our two hearts will never meet
I find mine's a dead-end dream
on the wrong side of a one-way street
It is a true beauty
A narrow European street
Lined by aged buildings
Some with tables and chairs
People in love are just staring at each other
Sipping wine and sharing a few kisses
Hundreds of flowers add their colour
Filling the air with their faint scents
And drawing in bees and butterflies
To make the scene a little more perfect
© Poem – XXIII/VII/MMXXV
LRET
Consider the man in the street if you will
what's he doing there standing stock-still
maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road
and half-way over with nothing better to do
only slowed to admire the view
perhaps he's pushing his luck
for remaining stationary no doubt about it
he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck
let's hope it's not so as hearing them coming
the man in the street beats a hasty retreat
making hay he hits the ground running
and his narrow escape's a clean getaway
to dawdle or dilly-dally down all his days
No trumpet blew, yet thunder came,
From streets once hushed, now lit with flame.
A tyrant's crown was cast away,
By barefoot hearts who dared to stay.
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