Best Neighborhood Poems

I wish to be with the broken people
the get in your face challenge me people
The sometimes hidden
sitting in a dark corner kinda people
The don't you...

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In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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There once was a bum. He was the neighborhood drunk. He had an unkempt demeanor. His salt and pepper hair had not been washed in...

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I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.

Studying the said effects on...

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Heroes

When need arises they rise up in every town
No matter the toll it takes, they just carry on,
But not everyone will recognize who they are
For...

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I walked out to a cottonwood
Who lives out in the hay
And since he had no livelihood
Decided I would stay

A root of his became my chair
He...

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Some people frankly write about their quirks.
If I had any, I would tell you so.
Though no outlandish trait within me lurks,
some folks think I’m a...

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finding shapes in clouds
or four-leaf clovers in fields . . .
the child’s eye searches

What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For...

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-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-

A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a...

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Ride with me on my time machine to a different time and place
Return with me and let me see if I can put a smile...

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~It's a Beautiful Day~

Under every star, 
A smile waltz-like no other
Once a simple cherry blossom girl, 
enjoying puppets and lullabies.
Sitting in front of the screen
Anxiously...

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Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that...

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On my walk around the green meadow
in the sun splattered mesmeric mornings,
I used to see an old lady of the neighborhood,
sitting straight like a lone...

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Early morning. I stood on my porch slowly sipping a cup of tea while watching the sun rise over my neighborhood. The sunshine brings a...

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The dawn comes with a musical silence.  The air is frozen lace on my skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand....

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