i walked the boulevard

i saw a dirty child
skating on noisy wheels of joy

pathetic dress fluttering


behind her a mothermonster
with red grumbling face

cluttered in pursuit

pleasantly elephantine


while nearby the father

a thick cheerful man

with majestic bulbous lips
and forlorn piggish hands


joked to a girlish whore

with busy rhythmic mouth
and sily purple eyelids

of how she was with child
Lennox Jones Dec 2014
i walked the path of least resistance
and found the path of much resistance
but it was the faithful path of patient
persistence that led me right to you.
Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.

Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.
As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending.

"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street,

"I'll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.

"The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world."

But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

"In the burrows of the Nightmare
Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
And coughs when you would kiss.

"In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

"Into many a green valley
Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
And the diver's brilliant bow.

"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed.

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.

"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
And Jill goes down on her back.

"O look, look in the mirror?
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.

"O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
Emily Miller Feb 27
My father walked me down the aisle,
But my mother held my arm.
He went with me,
But we went not towards the altar,
But towards the door.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And the organ rang through the church,
Humming through the elaborate crown molding,
Carved by my ancestors.

He went,
Not beside me,
But before me,
And I watched,
As he was illuminated by the bright,
Overbearing,
Texas sun.

My father walked me down the aisle,
But I did not wear white.
My father walked me in silence,
And I shed tears not for a man standing at the altar,
But for the one I would never see again.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And no veil obscured my face.
All eyes were upon me, but not for my pristine beauty,
Instead for my clenched jaw and furrowed brow,
Severe and fierce to distract from my glassy eyes.

My father did not leave me at the end of our walk to sit beside my mother.
She clung to me for support and sobbed breathlessly,
Loudly,
Unavoidably,
And I carried her with one hand,
My sister the other,
And walked towards my future.
A future family,
Not one person more,
But one person less.
I walked,
One final time,
With him.

My father walked me down the aisle,
And I will never forget it.
Hundreds of eyes isolating my family from the crowd,
Slow and muffled sounds drowning in the deafening beat of my heart,
Blurred faces staring,
Black heels clacking against the cobbled path from the church,
The anguished wails of my mother,
The whimpering of my sister,
And the wooden box that glided before us,
Pulling,
A string tied to our patriarch,
The pin key of our family,
Pulled taut and then snipped with the slam of the hearse doors.

My father walked me down the aisle,
Before I had a chance to grow up.
He walked me,
Out of the church,
Away from the altar,
Never to be walked again.
Solaces Jan 2017
And from the shadows a shadow walked forth.  Slightly less dark than darkness, and leaning toward the light.  A shade, a duskling, a fallen angel, the dim one,  so many different names.. This being was a celestial  neautral, a sort of center and in between darkness and light matter..  His faith is exactly that.   At the center of it all..  The balance keeper..  

Not all is as it seems..  It never is.
From the shadows comes a shadow.
Just Melz Dec 2014
They walked
hand in hand
Guided by truth
And a neon sign
One gloriously overjoyed
The other done with life
You see...
He chose another
And she chose a knife
Yet, fingers locked
They walked
Together
Towards the bright light
No destination in sight
Just faith
One considered fate
The other thinking it's too late
Talking, laughing
Crying, begging
To the end of time
One looking forward to
The other trying to decide
As they talked
Hearts interlocked
Together
Hand in Hand
*
They Walked
Chris Neilson Nov 2016
If you walked a mile in my dressing gown
you'd be laughed out of town
a clown's smile turned upside down
a foundation covered frown

If you walked a mile in my night shirt
you'd be on red alert
for being so overt
in attempts to subvert

If you walked a mile in my underwear
you'd stop traffic, to be fair
as the public stopped to stare
and not at your footwear

If you walked a mile in my shoes
you'd have nothing to lose
there's little ego to bruise
but plenty of love to use
A little silliness.
Poetoftheway Jun 2014
This morning,
I walked with god and man

I've come to believe,
no other possibility,
He denies me sleep
as His insurance policy

some One wants to be sure,
someone sees His sunrise poem,
He selected this ancien regiman
to be His admiring audience,
with deer, squirrels, rabbits, a red fox, an osprey
complaining why did they get
the cheap seats

so up at five,
no jive,
gotta get there early,
for a good seat,
on the dock by his name

watch the color blue transgender
from feminine elegy elegant pale
to peacock royal male,
the water,
a contributing editor,
phases in with a steely grin,
with ermine whitecap hints
and an orange marmalade sky homage,
I cannot try to describe

and here is where man comes in...

as the tableau reveals a still life
come to be,
a painting enlivened,
come to me free,
bursting with
effervescence and
animal life tribunes,
paying on...

strange...

my Pandora app
back to back
plays for me
Gershwin's Rhapsody In Blue,
hard upon it comes
Saint-Saëns's
The Carnival of the Animals

and I
enfeebled amateur,
needy for a
word titan Titian,
can think only
this trite thought:

I know not who is the
instrument and who
is the
artist,
but virtuous us,
We,  now capital buddies,
now all well color capitalized,
god and man and animal
crooning a chorus of appreciation

let this "accidental" miracle,
this collaboration,
enthuse me
to live happily with anticipation
for just one more day...

June 2014
Gladys P May 2014
Tonight, when I walked in the rain,
Raindrops gently fell upon my face,
Bringing fond memories of you again.

When  we watched the stars,  sparkle with reign,
And the crescent moon, emitted a translucent light,
Bringing a sensational feeling, that I couldn't refrain.

Without you life goes by very slowly, and it's difficult to explain,
Since you are the one, who blinds me when you're near,
And cuddles me when I am lonely, taking away all of my pain.
ICN Oct 2015
I knew I couldn't trust you from the start

I knew that you would capture me and never let my poor little heart escape your grip

I should have known better than to let you in

I should have realized you would just walk away.
just like everyone else
Death walked in.
He said to her,
"Be still."
And she is.
So still.
Last night I witnessed my mother's death--
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