Romantic Urban Poems

Arm-in-arm unspoken is the message received; neither of us is looking to disperse;
Standing parallel, hands held laced, with a kiss to yours averse
I'll look for...

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Who is this woman?
Who has made a sudden apparition?
Who lilted as she turned to look at me through the silvery haze of the fog,
Her Compelling,...

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My oldest son,
one of the few Earth-mattering
Earth-shattering
Black lives
I was made to protect
to guide
by eco-righteous WinWin acts 
and co-passioning words,

Felt, and therefore was, disempowered,
worthless,
like helpless prey...

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There is nothing as romantic
as the saxophone's tunes,
blending together with a scene
of dull street lights, and 
couples holding each other's
hands, under a giant full moon........

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After listening to a Pharaoh Sanders recording 
   I pick up my pen to write an ode 
I am a published poet 
...

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Oblivion mind,
wandering in thoughts.
Idiotic smile,
promises and hopes.
Hand in hand,
tumbling on slopes.
This is love

Running away from this world.
Warm bodies sliding in sheets,
to find another world.
Burning in...

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I’ve got the November Blues,
End of a Glasgow Summertime,
Solely defined,
 On the hours of Sunshine,
Of which I’ve had TWO to choose,
November Blues,
Not cured by Christmas...

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Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I...

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Oh Yohannes
I must be honest
I’ve got a jones for you
And when I saw you, 
I remember the sun reflecting
rays of light on your skin 
so...

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I like your love
It's pure, it's innocent
and I don't think I've seen this before

You replenish my reserves before it's necessary 
you lift my wings up...

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I always imagine you scratching my back
Kissing you
Holding you
Reminding me to relax
Secrets created remain secrets
Love created forced to be repressed
Feelings of lust overcome my being
Needing...

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A handsome rooster with red-breasted feathers, soft and lustrous,
and a head covered with golden plumage,
was too unhappy to sing about his age,
so he embarked on...

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I remember as a young child,
sitting on the stone steps
of my South Philadelphia
neighborhood,

Inquisitively witnessing
the massive amounts
of scattered debris,
sprinkled across
the concrete sidewalks
& black asphalt streets...

Like a...

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Between The Devil and The Sea
( Scylla and Charybdis )
 
Cosmetic the creature cover girl
is accessible only at night
a picture female in her temple
laying askew...

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I am a frightened child
Calling for my mother
I am a helpless youth
Searching for a friend
I am young and naive
Learning of darkness and hate
I am a...

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