New Age Poems

My young age
Was in no way grave
I used to smoke the peace pipe
And read Windows 98
My mother was a golden ace
And she introduced me to
A...

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There is a part inside of me
Which wants to carry on
Take the bones of survival
Into the dawn
Though I am broken inside
And yearn for a happier...

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A class of its' own

	I sit deep in the shadows, watching and listening.
	Worn shoes silently shuffle ,
	walking sticks, black frames,
	chairs with wheels, pushed or driven,
	converge...

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They only stay little for just awhile
Everything new learned brings a smile
Their laughs and cries
Their hugs and kisses
These are the moments that all parents misses
Holding...

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It is a new fad
She makes me think, I am a queen
She is a magnificent ruin 
I pray and I understand her
I will love her...

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A time for us when we were young,                 ...

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I have clothes I have kept for a long time,
Their cuffs and collars are starting to fray,
I suppose it is really no wonder
That they're showing...

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Violet May is slipping away...
Gentle breaths are growing shallow
Eyes tired of seeing, fade to dim
Once agile fingers now bent
Swan necks dipping on a sheet

Sergeant Vi...

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stillness of a September breeze
a heartfelt morning chill
one highway out of town
another back
a hidden waterfall
five miles off either road
green neon lights in darkness
a beacon on...

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Wherefore 
 
There are a question philosophers and goat herders
has in common with the rest of us the modest multitude
the query is, what is the...

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Difficult
But
Possible
Turn over a new page
Forget the past
Say
It's never too late to turn back
I can
Difficult
Yes but possible
However great the gap between us
Are we not similar?
Our differences
Can...

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How is freedom related to time?
when criminal knows no limit for a crime
Why stop us at night?
when we know how to fight

Why cage us for...

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Yesterdays 

A choo, choo train,
An aeroplane,
A teddy for the bed,
Muffin the mule 
First day at school, 
Jam on toasted bread,
Dirty faces,
From mucky places,
Found in the...

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It goes slithering away
Holding happiness in its hands
I wish I could become its friend and 
Slither away into a bay
There I would sit and pray...

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The 1st time I used a profane word 
My tongue welcomed the new vocabulary with open arms 
Most days, I find it hard to cook...

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