About Face Poems - Poems about About Face

When evil is impossible to forgive Reverse the word ~ and live...

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The mirror calling deepest is the one that you avoid Images run left then right your back turned paranoid Unwillingness to turn around in fear of what you’ll see Illusion as your proffered choice —reflection waits unseen (Dreamsleep: April, 2023)...

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You took it too far— When you put my tears in the junk. The shift was when You shoved your tack through my dance— Making my heart on my looks; My guts on my heart… Smashed, my convictions, On the stairs— I’m pleading, walk with me there. Tell me how my bleeding can Whirl out this insanity… I'm complete, in sane....

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Mirror, Mirror, answers I need. What are the options I should heed? My gray hairs are getting clearer? Answers I need, Mirror, Mirror. Face, I see your foes advancing between your blacks, grays are dancing. They’re here to stay, I guarantee; your foes advancing, Face, I see. Dear Face, don’t dye, give up, submit gray hairs will never, ever quit. As more and more blacks...

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About Face David J Walker It is about face About time and place And direction And unoccupied space In East or West that We face And the unknowing of which is forward or backward or north or south the illusion of which is up and which is down bound by the gravity of anticipation in each new moon and season Named for the gods...

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Can our spirits pray without God at the center Can worship pay homage to self Can divinity reign in each person ordained Revering what’s hidden —indwelt (Dreamsleep: October, 2020)...

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driving son back to naval boot camp — miles and miles in wrong direction 8/24/2020 Silent One’s When plans don’t go to plan...

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Puberty arrives With it's accompanying drives Plus the scourge of teenage acne. Most remedies would fail Nothing ever worked well While my face continued to attack me. Father scoffed "Son I implore If you scrub your face more Then your acne will soon disappear." Scrubbed as hard as I could But it still did no good Further proof that my case was severe. Unsightly, painful and...

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To you it may seem That I'm grumpy or mean Or that I cry a lot The truth I fear Is so very near And it all explains a lot The face you see Is not really me I know you know me not The truth, with wit Is about what I did In this itsy bitsy cot My pants, too late Is warm with weight And really...

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Some use hemorrhoid cream on their face In my eyes,it is not the right place But they ‘pile’ it all on Till the tube is all gone I won’t use our tube just in case Just imagine if you’d used your finger On your piles cos you had a humdinger But your wrinkles need lube and you reuse that tube on that note...

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I lurk in the shadow of band with words worthy of the pianist's hands. My nature speaks, not rings in tones. Sadly my lady's words rain dour doubts building wall's of stone; let the music of voice reign! pleasure rain! Chip the stone pebble by pebble and remember your name, it has never changed though...

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If you travel in the wrong direction, you will require a modest correction. All we have to do is turn you around. In the right direction you will be bound. Make an about face on the track if you please. You need a turn of one hundred and eighty degrees. Inspired by another member's poem....

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For months in a pointless wallow, many moments I found it hard to swallow. The only thing I could down was whiskey my actions were nothing but risky. Keeping myself insane to ease the pain of self destruction, going through the motions I could not even function. Spawning hate towards the one I at one time truly loved, anger, sadness and despair...

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