Beach Abuse Poems

Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A...

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The Lonely Fisherman

He sat on a rowing boat in the fjord
he wore a yellow
raincoat and a southwestern cap matching his coat
was like seeing a French...

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* Content Warning: this poem touches on physical/emotional abuse*

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        “dabble,...

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M-me   S-stranger

M-watt he say
dat vogonese
b-4 he flu away
deep-sea me, deep-sea me
thot dat at lease
i new vogonese
hee-haw-why-yen me
knot no vogonese
under-neat da kokomo tree
thot i...

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Dreams dreams and dreams,
Although the reality is far away from the fantasy realms.
Under the sunbeams, I considered it mainstream,
but all I could hear were my...

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Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a...

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a life


When a spawn meets an egg, it is totally by chance the egg, and the spawn has no say in 
the matter, in time...

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You think you are so tough
You act rough
Your mannerisms are enough
Everywhere is your turf
When it comes to the beach and swimming, you don’t even know...

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the long view

We, humans, live to kill;  we murder something every day
Take breakfast.
 we eat birds’ embryos by the millions
And eat the milk the...

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The garlic poem 
I had a hot shower, water running, easy down the plug hole  
like my life on an average day. 
Down the...

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So, listen to the songs of your children. Watch their eyes when they tell of dreams. See their smiles when they are happy. Love their...

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The words on the next page of the letter
show us one possibility
The coincidence and inevitability of ease
Watching fireworks from an apartment balcony at night
Milk eats...

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I. a dark awakening

Shuddering awake feeling the freezing cold fingers still around my throat, struggling to catch my breath struggling to focus.

Finding my air. Shaking...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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This is plagiarism so everyone knows.  The reason is the poem
is taking another poem and changing the outcome of the poem.
The original poem is...

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