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Walkable Poems

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List of New Poems

PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem Regarding Health and Education Gerald Dillenbeck Political Verse Political Verse walkable, caregiving, earth, gospel, health,
Premium Member Poem When I Woke Up This Morning Gerald Dillenbeck Political Verse Political Verse walkable, caregiving, health, humor, morning,
Premium Member Poem Strolling, Not Stalking, Greeneville CT Gerald Dillenbeck Political Verse Political Verse walkable, caregiving, community, education, environment,
The Raging Party Abdullatif Kanafani Carpe Diem Carpe Diem walkable, addiction, angel, lost, sound,

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Walkable Poem Example

The Raging Party

The raging party goes on into the night 
Near the market place 
Where the poor search for a fix
In the royal kingdom of religion 

The girls come and go like birds in the wind
Enjoying the musical calls of black morning
The call of bootlegged bottles 
From the trunks of 1989 
Chevrolet Caprice Classics
The booze they water down 
The brown paste they weave
They rave the gallon hours of secrecy
And shed temporary light 
On the darkness of our conditions
They are our salvation
They are our escape
From the void we have already sunk in
They are the music that rings 
In the background of our emotional decay

We are lost in their bodies
We search for ourselves in their bodies
We search for innocence on their breasts 
We search for truth on their lips
We search for warmth in their buzems 
We search for life in their flowers
We search for love in their hearts
Yet we find nothing at all  

Alas … AHHHHH
The momentary pleasures 
The screams of unheard noise
Echoes of the clackering furniture
In the clubhouses 
Whilst the squad cars 
Whiz by 
Un 
Aware
Blind to the endless possibilities of youth
Blind to lust’s capabilities
In belief that they control 
That which is uncontrollable 
That which is
Passion

After this phase 
We fall silent 
And dim the musical light
And find ourselves
Lost for words
Yet we need none
We share lighters
We play with hair
We bite
We tease 
We are lost in meaningless giggles
We are lost on beds
We are lost on tables
We are lost on roofs
We are lost 
On tongues 
And indifferent to eyes
We are blind to gaze
For they will leave us in the early sunrise
And a new flock will return in the dawns haze

They are friends nonetheless
At least whilst they are here 
And we long for their presence 
For they bring the city to life
In those neon rooms 
Of subculture delicacy
Where the boy explores 
The creativity of divine expression
For the very first time

His body shivers with excitement
And at 4 AM he finds clear passage
Into the rose of a blossoming bird
He sails through the wet waters 
Of fire

This is the place in the old country
Near the worship houses
And the market places 
And the un walkable streets
And the death defying highways
And the floods of rain
Where everything is finally true
And options lay flat on the ground 
For everyone to see 

A secret cave of dancing lights
Far from the public eye 
Where intentions lay 
Naked 
Bare 
Beautiful 

That is 
The raging party 
In the kingdom of religion 
On Friday night

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