My Umbrella

Walking the city streets

The stuttering whisper

Of spirits past

Feel heavenly

In the smothering heat

Humanity and its refuse

Reach my senses

Crinkling my nose

As I continue on

My journey

The children

Used to ask me

For money

But I'm now

Part of the scenery

They no longer see

The foreigner

But a moving feature

In the landscape

"Good morning mum."

A vendor walks by

Carrying metal containers

Swinging on bamboo

Over his shoulder

What they contain

I have no clue

Steamed corn,

Roasted peanuts...

Maybe

I pass the church

I can hear the prayers

Of a hundred sinners

I wave to the security guard

Standing sentinel

Who offered me a chair

One hot day

Not too long ago

Now comes the most

Perilous part of my walk

The roundabout

Cars coming from

Every direction

On this day

My umbrella

Is my hero

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Wool Gabardine

"Ah man!

It's my birthday

And I'm dancing

With a fat girl!"

Pretentious ass

Loudly whispered

Fake lousy friends

Sneered and snickered

I can't deny

That he was a

Good looking guy

Strutting around

Like a peacock

Dressed in his best

Wool gabardine

Why did he have

To be so mean?

Well, this guy just

Picked the wrong day

To have something

Nasty to say

The stricken look

On her sweet face

Made me tremble

And my blood raced

She pretended

She did not hear

I saw the drop

Salt laden tear

So I pulled out

My laser disc

Yes you heard right

My laser disc

And yes!  Blew him

To smithereens!!!

What a waste of

Finely tailored

Wool gabardine

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I Laughed Myself Blind

On musical notes

I danced today

The cha-cha, salsa

And merengue

I laughed myself blind

As I twisted and turned

All thoughts flew from my mind

I extended my arm

The beat declared its charm

Sparks flew from fingertips

With the resounding boom of my hips

Round and round they went

Snake arms and fingers flit

Popped, locked and posed

My lips I continually bit

To keep my screams

From escaping

These euphoric dreams

I am dreaming

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Thousands and One

I've travelled

To distant lands

Seen by thousands

And one

Met people

With great minds

And many more with none

Thoughts so deep

To drown in their words

And some so shallow

Flapping wings of a bird

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For Thee

I have dabbled a decade

Gambled a nickel three

 Muddled a lifetime

Until I found thee

Sentenced to cascades

Of always fretful me

Living in pastimes

Until I met thee

Hiding in black shades

The sun I could not see

Stacked more than four dimes

And then there was thee

My yesteryears I bade

Goodbye for we are we

Challenging the paradigm

For there

Stood thee

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Contented Silence

On the moor

We stood

That cold day

Two souls

Searching

For the truth

To shine our way

You pointed

To the ground

Your expression sincere

"In the bog

Faces can be found."

My heart raced in fear

Skipped an erratic beat

As I searched frantically

Near my feet

In all seriousness

You say

"Better watch your step

Or they will pull you down

And take you away."

I glanced

To my right

His profile

In my sight

Strong and sure

Eyes steady and pure

A mischievous grin

Playing above

His solid chin

I smiled

As I turned away

In contented silence

I had nothing to say

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Earthbound Purgatory

I'm still here

In my earthbound purgatory

Dancing the tango

To limbo number nine

Ready to do a tap set

Of dizzying proportions

Tap, tap, tap the avarice

And I'm enduring fine

For my solo act

I pas de Boureé, trois

Before my pirouette

Into my leap to empyrean

Behold, the gardens

They are splendidly divine

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Lost Key

Once upon a time

In a land faraway

Where little children

Did come out to play

There was a little girl

Who had lost her key

A very important key

You see

This key taught her

How she is supposed to be

Who she is to become

Without it she was free

And no one wanted to be free

You see

Everyone had a key

They all knew

Who they were going to be

Given to them

Before the age of three

As she grew older

She grew bolder

Bit by bit

She lost her key at five

She was lucky to still be alive

And she knew it

She hid from them all

Her parents too afraid

To make the call

To lose a daughter

And her key?

That was a huge offense

With no defense

You see

Because everyone

Must have a key

Without it

Who will you be?

The little girl knew

She just wanted to be

A soul who would always be free

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She Slept

For a time she slept

After the heavens wept

No longer did the rains flow

All that was left was darkness

And the cawing of the crow

Blackest black of night

Mares like a dream in flight

And on she slept

Even knowing

That this wasn't right

Midnight tresses glowed

Raven silk laid

Upon the pillow

Lashes fluttered in fright

Lips murmured

Though held tight

For fear of saying the name

That brought on the rain

And caused so much pain

Velvety tongue encircled

The soundless blight

Sour and rancid

Scrunched her

Pixie nose

As she slept on

Bathed in moonlight

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Hydras

Devil may care

But not I

I stew over

Quiet reflections

Shimmering

Scattering light

Across a sea

Of masquerades

Soft ripples

Tease the eye

A thousand mirrors

Resonate

A thousand plagues

Beneath calm

Glistening waters

Shadows hide

A tempestuous

Disorganized parade

Of worrisome hydras

Out of my depth or aid

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Anon (Warning: Strong Language)

Another sleepless night

Another day without light

Send me off

Send me off

To oblivion I beseech

While the moon rides high

And the stars glitter in the sky

Anon, anon

Caresses my mind

But it was just a figment

A mirage

So it's

Another sleepless night

Another day

Without light

Fuck this shit

I sound like a whiny car

Coming out of an

Air guitar

I'll head out

To the bar

Have a couple

Of brewskis

Better than any

Sleeping pill

By far

Without a doubt

Peace

Out

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Wisteria

I'm held suspended

In unknowns

Waiting...

The tick

Of the clock

Is stuck

On never ending tock

Will the boom I hear

Reverberate

In my ear?

Yes

Through the silence

A quake

That shakes

Me to the core

As I bolt for the door

Not knowing the reason

Why?

Did I fly?

With no return ticket

For a seat

In my old jalopy

Under the wisteria

Canopy

Blood rises

As the prize

Deflates in size

And I agonize

Over the unit

As a whole

You see where

My mind has gone?

Me neither

Maybe I'll just float here

Until the sharks

Come around

For another round

While I dream of hysteria

Oh, I mean wisteria

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Unrestrained

My feet

Small, delicate

Oiled in lavender

Whisper softly

Across your

Bare of a back

Caressing words

Of love

Timelessly

Unrestrained

Arms held

Aloft

Sprinkled

With jasmine

At the ready

For flight

Fingers frolic

Dancing words

Of freedom

Absolutely

Unrestrained

My head

Crowned

With orchids

Thrown back

In pleasure

Hair in

Titillating

Disarray

Cooing words

Unreadable

Blissfully

Unrestrained

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Morning Stroll

I took a morning stroll today

Peering happily at the stormy gray

Armed to the hilt

From the USA

But probably made in China

Favorite comfy sweater

Blarney Woolen Mills

Made in Ireland

That I inherited so long ago

In another life

From people I used to know

It has travelled

A very long way

Bought in the land

Where Leprechauns play

Put in a suitcase

To Califor-nigh-yay

Then to the Philippines

Where I'm sure it will not stay

That old girl

Still has some mileage left

She's ready and willing

To give the world

A twirl

Now if only my body

Didn't creak so loudly

As I moved it along

I'd show her

That this little gal

Is still going strong

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