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Its afternoon and I took a day off from my shop. Probably spend the afternoon watching football.

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The Modern Jazz Quartet, (MJQ).

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Jason Matthews

Mantovani

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Home is where my inkwell stood on the promenade of my desk with its echoes of the past and dark roses in her hair of memories we shared so silently from a rocking chair So silently, would you be there? if I closed my eyes in dreams as the dawn awakes with a song from heaven's blue sky in the dew of the mist and rainbows of love With its echoes of the past and perfume in the breeze a brocade...

Added 09 Dec 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 34

Clinging to me as darkness falls, with a clatter of echoes, as a shadow crosses your eyes, like a prism on a carousel. For it's just the twilight, of angels calling with sweet tea, brought to you, by Heaven Inc., or the boogie-woogie in my gin. With love's harmony and kisses, beneath cherry blossoms of Spring,   and butterflies with wings of gold, forever in my arms, I hold. For it's...

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Now in my ink of suede black where my lusting mind bellows and angels dress in denim like a mademoiselle with a chignon With razor-sharp creases and high heel stilettos with a butterfly tattoo on the inside of an ankle As a scent rises of Christian Dior like almonds and wintergreen as we kiss the night away on the dark side of heaven Before giving in to religion going to heaven's cotilion...

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I'm so sorry, but the morgue is closed, but send in the twilight so that I can see, where has the bouquet of pine cones gone, by way of the cadavers in the breeze. As I lay here on a slab of marble, waiting for a formaldehyde needle, all dressed up in my johnny coat, with a tag on my toes, "Oh Tweedle Dee!" Because I'm decomposing from within, this decor depresses me so, open the...

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These living bodies that we wear that in a new dress we appear destined for the skipper in the sky pale the shade in our veins Entombed with a white bouquet so fast we wither in our grave catching the early worms in our darken maze As we sleep in our coffin deep free from the flesh at last no part remains a selfsame part but the pain is gone Let him who loves you think instead you...

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If only, my dream wasn't loneliness, and the stars were chandeliers, if only, visions of you in my teacup of dreams, if only, for a moment, please.   But dark is a lonely demon, if only, left to fester without psalms, for the truth is in the Good Book, if only, you would come upstairs. If only, in my memory you not age, and my mind doesn't grow cold, if only,   up with the dawn of you in...

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In all my dreams of sleeping You will be there next to me In our Wee Willie Winkie Of Brigadoon by the sea   A shadow's twilight Beneath the sovereign oaks In the hallowed woods Of a lovely meadow green In your arms of open alms Of Brigadoon by the sea  ...

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Soft and sweet they are, your lips of crimson for a kissable at midnight in the land of holly by the sea of blue tides, the color of your eyes     as your breath takes me away beneath the stars In flew the coo-coo of our happiness   From a jar of golden moonbeams a distant far   on clouds of dreams of woodwind harps   and love letters in the sand dated 1979 For a kissable at midnight in...

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Sleepless nights of sins, angels fanning winds, as I lay awake with shadows in dreams, perhaps in the bowels of hell, I dwell, whispering, dark rivers of my heart. In narrows of my mind running through veins, of a chatoyant moon lusting for green eyes, without shame into the despair of vassals, Tragedy her name, deep as the oceans. With passions risings in the ink of my well, Tragedy rocks...

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The night was chilled against your pale skin of midnight calling feeling your breath a deeper shade of lust in my veins as my fingers slipped between your folds The moon was yellow like an old cur dog as rime ice hung on the pumpkins of vines all in a row like ducks with a widow's veil of winter's frost   Feeling your breath like tentacles caressing conjuring promises of promiscuity atop...

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