Nostalgia Anger Poems

In the tapestry of life, memories weave their threads, and the echoes of past workplaces linger like faint perfume. Seacrest, with its morning shifts and...

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Brown eyes
Haunt me. 

Memories
of the lockeroom. 
And hot showers. 

A paragon
Which I can 
Never have. 

Treading
Lightly, 
This boat rocks. 

And I seem to be
Always seasick....

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My Grandmother’s Baking Pans

I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that...

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A zapped mallet 
She wields in her feeble hands 
Every heart is nailed...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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I step majestically into the raging storm within
I smiled at the enemy. I made allies.
Dancing to my favorite music 
When rage listens, we both drown...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous...

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Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up
on social media platforms
when potential homicidal maniac(s)
communicate(s) intent to strike
with ambush and ready
read - able, eager, and willing
to embark upon...

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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a...

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Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows
Barred to let air and light in and little else.
A lament sung in...

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I.  The coming storm…

Looking into the distance along a windswept beach. Feeling the vast vault of alabaster sky. High! Feeling the cooling winds, as...

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Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams…

Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken...

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When will things get back to normality, many a folk do ask?
We are weary of wearing these unpleasant Covid-19 masks!
In actual reality, getting back to...

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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(Where Decisions are made)

               Oh! Give one a day
  ...

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