Write Absence Poems

I believe everybody should and can
Write poetry or at least one or 
A few poems every now and then. 
We all HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO...

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Nothing
Two o'clock this Wednesday afternoon
protected by tall walls, but I have to go
inside
the sun is too hot
It is about getting a deep, lasting tan
my vanity...

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"Wistful/Wishful: sometimes if a word can ever be realized, just an 'alphabet' change will suffice," ... by the Poet

The coconuts have gone awry,
and its fronds...

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It is 2 AM by the room clock,
Body, helpless, detached; done
Brain, still active. Heart wanting
the sweet melody of music. Alas,
the speaker needs the electric
embrace of...

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Whispers of the Heart
To fall for someone, a forbidden dance—
A waltz with shadows, a silent trance.
Accept the unacceptable, bury those feelings,
In the quiet chambers where...

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Just because an impetus arose...

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly...

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It was my dream to go to the gym.
I promised myself, I would.
Days passed by, 
I told myself,
‘I must work, I should.’

Far from work, I...

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Remember when we used to play
In our backyards every day
We built castles in the sand
And chased each other hand in hand

Remember when we used to...

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the writer

Now let us try this again to write a document
With one letter marching nicely in front of the other
Like adding instead of using numbers...

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am out of po-at-tree
writing...
practice, cofcofhmmph
so...

a wry-ting
maybe...
a rye-tong
to...

write-on
as a...
right-on
of...

a pen-still
knot...
every word just
phrase-in...


stan sand
...

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Preface: 
On February 4, 1861,
the seven states that had seceded
by this point convened and created
the Confederate States of America
under the leadership of Jefferson Davis.

Just under...

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He guides her hand from just beyond
With a ready black ink pen they share this bond
The words flow effortlessly as if not her own
Seems to...

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A Warped Tree

Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
 the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a...

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I thought I saw the butterflies inked on your skin
Flying away 
Your vial of tears was spilled out on your journal page 
I couldn't see...

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The Alex Joneses among us

As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast 
for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning 
or switching...

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