Admitting that the good guys lost
The third, the second and the first
Hopped on the last train to the coast
To go a thousand miles
And all the lovely Jersey girls
Have straightened their unruly curls
To match their diamonds and their pearls
With Lucy’s in the skies
As we were waiting for the bus
Times have a-changed a-changing us
Good bye and thanks for all the fuss
And ever-changing styles
We all are guilty of a crime
Of drinking fizzy lemon-lime
There is no reason for this rhyme
It’s medication time.
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Vadim Kagan
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I had a strangest dream the other night. I dreamed of bridges pointing up to heaven, and though it was a quarter past eleven, the night was gentle and world was bright. A burning spire spearing the sky reached all the way across the quiet river – it all felt wrong, I did not know just why, but something strange has set my heart ashiver. I couldn't figure out just what it was, the feeling of unease both strong and fleeing and then it hit me: it was off because there was no one there, not a single being - no animals, no people and no birds, no sounds, no smells, no wind, just ringing in my ears. I stood in shock for days or weeks or years not shedding any tears, at loss for words, my loneliness complete, my purpose gone, the emptiness around neonly burning, and then I felt the need, the pain, the yearning to build a better world for everyone, to reach across the void and touch the stars, so far, so sharp, so lonely and so blue, and let them burn my hands to blistered scars. Then I woke up and next to me was you.
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
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B. A. Durham’s False Memories blends dream and reality in a seamless mix. As his father, afflicted by Alzheimer’s, fades away, the narrator is haunted by a dream that may be a memory, returning to him insistently. The piece is full of wonderful detail (the father touching his lip where once there was a mustache, “but now he is clean-shaven—he has been for years” — and moving in revealing the complexities of a family’s life. A worthy winner which shows the power of dreams to influence us.
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Well deserved top story and some great lines, and you have anothe subscriber
Are you determined to mess with my head? Nice little nonchemically-induced trip! 💊
Wow amazing 😌
Nice work, I enjoyed reading this
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Nice 👍
Well written.
Great job. Congratulations on the top story
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Well done !! Hearted
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