At Poems - Poems about At

Varnished Tech Titans Tattered totems tarnished Viral tribal bible spiral Tainted talismans taunted Cash cows flaunted Gerontocracy trumps democracy Theocracy stumps hypocrisy Autocracy dumps diplomacy Haunted schism prism Vaunted Fat Cats Enigma?…just Dogma & Stigma Tit for Tats Martian Martial law Doff your hats To techno-*wats And petro-*rats Deplore or Encore? Poor Planet in flux All about the bucks Ersatz Fat Cats Well More is More!...

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synapses continued their neuronal junction long after the seed’s path had been planted the miracle proceeded in mind and mindfulness as the journey became her labour of love prismatic eyes shone once again in a mirror polychromatic and full of compassion and trust ...

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glimpse at time fleeting and what could have been ~ a squandered youth...

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The cashier guessed I was 58 The bagger, less than that They know how to make this shopper feel great I’ll be shopping there every May 28 ...

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SLEEP AT NIGHT- SLEEP FOR NIGHT When the light, dey dun no show; Lighting the path in which way ta go; In the darkness we doe sleep; When the moon has risen; We’ve all dun may tha decision; Ta sleep at night; Close our eyes lose sight; (we sleep at night) They dun understand; We all sleep at night; There’s no reason to rise; We all...

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He sits a shadow at the bar's dim light; a refuge from the storm that rages through his night. His eyes, like two wells—deep and dark with pain, reflect the turmoil that his heart can not contain. His wife—a nagging wind that howls and whines; a constant reminder of his troubles and declines— drives him to drink; to drown the din,...

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It was a somber cloudy day, sadness weighed heavy on us all. The family gathered to pay final respects. Gregorian chant filled the air as we looked up to heaven. We were burying a good man. He had been a role model, a loving husband and a caring father. the finality painfully sinking in goodbyes surreal...

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Museums A place full of stories Of art Not just in the paintings But in the people too A little black girl walking hand in hand with her mother Her eyes lit up in wonder Wandering what she would discover While she walks around Spinning around And jumping up and down She doesn't see That everytime she jumps the light reflecting on her beautiful...

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you saw me wrong. upside down, like a bible turned over in the hands of a sinner. i saw you the way a dog sees a thunderstorm. head tilted, waiting for it to pass, or for the sky to split open. you in that gown, standing like a kid who just learned what shame feels like. i almost said something soft. almost reached out. but then i remembered...

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a dangerous dive into pools of the past praying to hit bottom… … then to shoot up at last ...

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Baby's first breath Requires a regulated inhalation of air Expelled through exhalation Allowing life to begin. This is usually followed by Hearing baby's loud cry Letting relieved parents to Express their delighted excitement. Signified by wide satisfied smiles Sometimes this elation leaves them breathless....

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Black Birds Flying at Wal-Mart I see them gather, flock on flock, At 7:30am sharp, they start to squawk and talk. The sun peeks up, the horizon glows, The air alive with cackles and crows. Their feathers bristle, sharp and black, They soar and dip, they dart fourth and back. Their eyes, a yellow shining disc, Reflect the light, a golden whisk. The parking...

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I'm holding on to a sentence no matter how long it runs. Without punctuation, the story is aways late. I envisioned a book with names for calling pages and pages still no answer. an exchange of ideas through a volley of words just trying to get a point across. A line with four corners that's the shape of a pen....

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As Voltaire might have said, “ And yet it all works” Did you know, dear friends, that our galaxy Dash through space, at a speed of 2.3 million kilometres per hour, How does it not disintegrate? Why does the sun keep shining? How the earth turns around sun While it is also running at 2.3 million km/h? I know, there is in this perfect...

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I guess I suck at love I guess I went left when I should have went right I try to love with all my might but I guess it’s never enough I suck at love I’m so close to giving up If what I experienced is love then love hasn’t been kind to me Love has made me full of insecurities...

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