Loss Allusion Poems

It is a myth I tell you.

Men don't lose their hair,
It just gravitates from here,
  to there.

I swear if I live long enough,
And decide...

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To the other woman,
I am not mad at you.
What you see in him now,
is what he shows me yesteryear,
only one of us will weep upon...

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The World's 'One Day Wonders,' 'the' is borrowed
it's an article, they are transmitting 
a way of thinking, theirs--much rather showed
--be their forte. What's that word,...

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Perpetual pain palliated by loving hands
ever lingering under bandaged wounds;
fetted rot tucked under perfumed blanket.
Covered is the massing doubt, ever growing,
Smothered; thoughts transient as dreams.
To...

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Of the created lot, Am the meandering one,
A mass of battling red,
Am always on a steady diet
Ever since the mothers bred.

Chemicals galore in profound reacts
When...

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The wind was blowing east
Then it kissed me on the cheek
Why was it all Greek?
Was it blowing from the west?

The wind lifted me up,
Every single...

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Breathe Again
Did I truly accumulate years of experience, or were they merely years of monotonous repetition? The echoes of my past reverberate, etching pain into...

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Abram and his book of Job
The greatest story he was ever told
a book of survival of the hardest love
To teach of the Father up above

It...

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Pike Place Market and Space Needle
race tracks out at Indy
stands Jefferson's Memorial
Nashville's Grand Ole Opry

Biking somewhere downtown Beijing (Bay-jing)
Great Wall nearby Xian (Z-on)
wow, thirty million...

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Shattered resilience
In shards of shattered glass, her reflection lies,Splintered and fractured, betrayed by her eyes.Each piece a story of heartache and pain,A portrait of loss,...

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Some years, February is the coldest month.
Most years, only the second coldest. 
Always, it is the shortest month, 
even during leap years like 2024. 
Kale-month....

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If anything 

I see them each morning 
standing by her statue 
at the roundabout,
Pensive, deep in prayer, 
reflective,
perhaps seeking solace
I don’t know!

Maybe searching for forgiveness...

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If there'd be a crawlspace big enough for
a mouse to fit through, it will be no worth
for measured do one pleasure of a dearth
will be...

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My sorrow has reached its pinnacle
My opinion described as cynical 
Flowing from deepest regret
All the way to try to forget
Why this condition came to be
I...

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Beguiled risks sensitive alterations
that redesigned unknots and cutup trice
as the fresh teases through the looking glass
exposing timepiece resemblance glossed spilled.
Bemused forgives absence, mindful at hand,
tenuously...

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