On the steps of Krak Des Chevaliers
Walking with a cane
Hauling her oxygen tank
The old lady said
“Travel while you’re young”
Category: People
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Many balls in air
Busy
Not going anywhere
Purchased
New sneakers
I go round and round the track.
Faster
Faster
Faster
Wind is blowing on my back.
What is it all for?
I cannot think straight.
Change needed
Before too late
276
She is an enigma who moves effortlessly in the dark.
Far Away
From Curious eyes
Studied
The art of disguise
Always
In control
Of her mystery life
274
I was hurt
To gain advantage
You came running to give me a bandage.
I turned around
You sneaked inside without making a sound.
Filling your pockets
With valuables found
Our eyes met and at that time
I was unaware of the crime.
262
Sitting
At the 5 star hotel bar
You begin dealing me cards
I would not feed your offers to my hogs
Nothing left to discuss
Your limo is waiting outside
I will go home on the bus
232
Snip Snip
Snip Snip Snip
The barber
His shop
Located on a luxury avenue
Some wealthy patrons
Would discuss a stock or two
No ordinary conversation mind you
Just juicy
Trading knowledge
He was privy too
Blue Chips
Small Caps
Bull Markets
Bear Markets
Decades gone by
Never married
Diligently
Investing every extra cent
Watching his portfolio
Climb up to the sky
One day
The barber died
Accumulating a sizable estate
No family
No close friends
No one knew
No one to give the money too
Snip Snip
Snip Snip Snip
229
Craps was the game he played
Once a month
Took a round trip flight
Lauderdale to Nassau
Carried his cash in an old bag
Stood most of the night
At the table
Sometimes won
Sometimes lost
His demeanor
Always stable
Just a way to unwind
The game
Cleared his mind
223
Barefoot simple dress
The Brasileira plays guitar
On front porch swing
211
He was a flash in the pan
Never took a break
Mind turned to mush
Like a milkshake
Always full speed
Crunch
Crunch
Buzz saw
Cut down the trees
Now
Sits every day on his worn chair
Wondering
How did it all disappear?
209
Late night
Walking cobbled streets of Prague
Had one too many pilsners
Met a street performer
On the corner
Done for the night playing his violin
After an hour of shooting the breeze
I asked my new friend
Why is it that you are so at ease?
He replied:
“I play for spare change
I’m the only one who needs to be pleased
Some people call me lazy and completely crazy
But
Too much ambition would no longer be fun being a musician
I accept who I am
No need to try to be on top of the highest mountain”
203
Grabs everything she can
Does not need a permanent man
Prowls clubs along the beach
Fuck
Shower
Brush teeth
Walks out the door
While her lover sleeps
Next Weekend
Repeat
199
Fruity pipe smoke engulfed the room
Surrounded by shelves containing damp dusty LPs
The cynic
Whispered into my ear
“Old people change their mind like the wind”
193
Her hands dirty
All day
Working the fields
She is proud
Yet
Does not pretend to be superior
Brutally honest
Simplistic
Clear noncompetitive eyes
Smile super wide
No mask
Nothing to hide
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The peacock
Always
Stood tall
Displaying
His colorful feathers
A player
With swagger
Machiavellian tendencies
Reckless
Leading to colossal failure
Causing
The proud bird
To plummet
Eternally
Into
The psychosomatic abyss
186
Left behind
Never before took to crime
Unemployed
The young man
Walked down the steps of the favela
Pulled out a sharp blade
Decision made
First time hardest
Life forever tarnished
Society pays price
Living in fear is the sacrifice
180
He is the potato guy
Save for winter
Always
Make sure
Table has dinner
Homeless
At young age
Low risk
Financially safe
Habits
Difficult to break
173
Man lost his temper
Hiding behind machismo
Actually fearful
169
Frantically
Scratching
At his deformed image
In the mirror
Hyperventilating
He cried
“Please help I need air”
Fallen idol
Emotional bowl of jello
Desecrated soul
Pissed in his own rice bowl
Alone
There are no more calls
No longer the star
Of the Masquerade balls
165
Fiddler crab
Moving back forth on beach sand
Never stays with plan
Has no control of wheel
Flip Floppers never close deal
90
Beautiful dark skin
Braided hair without a care
She’s from Jamaica
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 