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 Mar 2019 trf
Dennis Willis
Self awareness
is a dangerous thing my friend
I'm glad to see
you've avoided it



Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
 Mar 2019 trf
Nat Lipstadt
The 352 Blues

this city treats the poor
with swift unkindness,
but if you peel your eyes,
you don't necessarily have to always
sing the ole 352 Bleecker Blues

the eyetalian storekeeper,
gives us morning java,
when we sing for him on the guitar,
The Star-Spangled Banner,
refills, if we add America the Beautiful

they say that heat rises,
but that don't seem true
in our third floor walk up
on rue 352 Bleecker Street,
the cold companion enters
thru the busted stain glass window

no matter, no cares,
we light the fireplace,
with wood and anything that'll burn,
we scavenged from the street,
pallets and newspapers,
rent bills overdue,
yesterday's 352 truths

at two AM, the cops, in their cars
cooping, fast asleep, only just us,
the johns, the ****** and troubadours,
walking the streets looking for
free stuff to burn

pass the hat for tips
next to the arch,
enough for daily bread
but we get our ***** and ****
for free, just for singing the 352 blues

even when down and out
on the village streets,
bleak on Bleecker street,
you gotta sing the 352 blues,
especially when you're
riding high and living cool,
down on easy Bleecker Street
in 1968
~~~~~~~
Before you ask me if this true,
save your breath,
the answer is
Which part?
 Feb 2019 trf
Faceless nameless
Elsewhere another weeps hopelessly
At the loss of love as strong as mine
Another back too is sliding down a wall
As lovers waltz carelessly in the garden of laughter
My first poem on here and it’s a short/more experimental one for me. I usually don’t write about love so this is sort of new for me. Enjoy!
 Feb 2019 trf
Amanda Kay Burke
Lost
 Feb 2019 trf
Amanda Kay Burke
How do you find yourself when you've been lost for so long
You stopped trying to get back to the path you were on?
Is the person I was before gone?
 Feb 2019 trf
Gabriel Bonney
you are my Midas,
and I miss your rich touch.
the brush of our hearts golden,
painted while we collide
in a whirl of emotion
as our skins coincide.
and I miss it so much.
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