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Mister Rumple Saturday Night
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Mister Rumple Saturday Night |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Harbor lights Come winking on at the dusk, Far and near, There and here, Lighting streets as skies turn rust, Shades of red, Day is shed, The shadows of night take hold, Night is made, Warmth will fade, Air and spirits growing cold, Harbor nights Dark and evil growing bold. She’d slink along if she didn’t stumble As she approached the innocent Rumple Who just sat quietly and watched ship lights, A cheep streetwalker no lady of night Offering to give him the best of times, But all he had was pennies, nickels, and dimes. Her eyes glazed over at the rejection, But gone was any inner emotion; The waxing moon rose over the calm bay, Rumple knew it was time to go away The night harbor changed and he must go back, To his sleep, his dream, to his rumple shack. Concrete canyons of shadow Of darkness, Passage through to tomorrow, Walk of nightmares real visions, Through darkness, Dealers of Satan’s missions Selling vials of vile to burn, Suck darkness Into lungs as death they learn While indoctrination schools, Taught darkness Children become thoughtless fools. Teenage hoodlums roaming the streets aimless, Deep into small hours wander darkness, They leave him alone as he shuffles by Knows Rumple hasn’t the money to buy, The water fragrance turns to ugly fumes As abandon lots are common bathrooms, Litter is carried but the wind of cars, Rows of homes are now just remaining chars The furniture store is out of business Barred broken windows is it’s existence Neglected by societies mainstream Behind the shell in his shack he still dreams. Gloom |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
an interesting series here..and you capture the bleam well in both image and form... have enjoyed reading thes |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
Mrs. Stiltskin Goes Ariel It's not easy being ten feet tall, suffering from acrophobia with claustrophobic tendencies; a real balancing act staged to fall from a cloud of Self Help eBook guarantees. Mr. Rumple contains his laughter and prefers she come down at night, a little more secure, a little less nervous but it's not easy and it's not fun being the other half this high up searching for cure but impervious, sure, when looking at the bald spot on the top of the head of the one sitting firmly on the bench stealing glances at the wench standing not so firm drawing nerve from the cigarette dangling from her lips. It's not easy and it's not fun, the air isn't clean but she does not sway and Mr. Rumple contains his laughter. When you think you have heard it all, |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
excellent imaging, amazing! guess it pays to be nearly penniless when walking past the hoodlums, eh, as long as they know it, too Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you all, Especially Chanson for the poetic response, I probably won’t continue any more postings along this story line, But might include it at my web site. I appreciate the responses. Gloom |
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