Grandmother Addiction Poems

On our first date out in a restaurant, she told me that her grandmother died of pancreatic cancer! “Well, that is not all true, she...

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My innocence was taken at such a young age I was molested, neglected, and almost rape I was abused and used and left so confused...

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Had I delved deep into The Word
I would have heard, 
It wasn't from beyond the cloud
My first winnings were as large as the devil's lure
I...

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What a friend you had in me,                  ...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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No Illuminating Masked Gloves at Our Summer Break

A Summer Song
Oh the summer of 2020
Covid, rampant
Mask the unmask
Where? Them or not
Politics or science
We're all going through...

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Can I be seeing what I think I am seeing?
Those who would have sold their own grandmother,
Before the outbreak,
Now enduring the cold for the sake...

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I was born to be a survivor and a fighter.
That's why I became a writer.
As a child the physical abuse I endured.
Being a baby it...

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I could sit here and tell you that I regret
          driving my sister to her tragic...

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All The Things
	
Grandma told me to be mindful. She used to tell me that when I was a kid. What exactly that meant did not...

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Used on Poetry Soup 3/23/17

Sweet Tooth

She always asks for candy,
When we ask what she wants for her Day,
Or on Christmas she asks for pralines,
That come...

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Sitting here in this cold dark cell thinking about hard we was liven in the hood!! Never thought I would be 15 years old strung...

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Grandmother and grandson,
their faces cast so profoundly 
from one mold,
or is it the struggles shared
that have left the same
clefts and furrows
on both?

Sunday visit in Tim...

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I understand the hearts of romantics,
The rapture of their words written on a blank piece of paper
Wrapped in pink ribbon to send to a lover
	...

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