Best Alterations Poems

Why Can’t We?

Are we not all mere music notes sprinkled 
on the grand staff of time, alterations 
between sharp and flat spanning a few chords 
looking for some thoughtful orchestration? 

Are we not but specks from the dust of stars, 
all equal in breath and...

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When did you outgrow my love?
When did the fabric of my tenderness
Become too tight
Too fitting?
When did the garment of my passion 
Become restrictive?
When did you start to look for new coverings
To clothe the nakedness of your soul?
When?
Tell me…
When did you outgrow my love?

When did you...

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The following words are of wisdom in prose
I tried to be careful in what words I chose
They are my own interpretations
With some small poetic alterations

When you look upon another human being
Don’t be fooled by what you are seeing
Don’t judge them by their outer skin
Rather, see...

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Without a doubt, mankind demonstrates proficiency in many ways.                                    ...

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August 28th 1968*
Written: by Tom Wright
3/20/2014

Without joy I faced a mountainous rise,
A pale rider had entry into my day.
Sitting astride, the specter of my demise,
No longer, my concerns, could I allay.

But from uplifted prayer, an answer,
Descended not as an eminent surprise;
I was jolted by news...

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Beginnings – Endings

Out of the darkest reaches of time and space
came molten minerals, gasses, rocks, comets
– life traversing aeons, in suspended animation
across millions of light years, billions of desolate miles
creating unseen universe after universe,
creating unseen solar system after solar system.

Past galaxies, black holes, quasars, supernovas,
planets...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for example
Lust may be without love, but love will have both
Lust short...

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Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when  finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for example
Lust may be without love, but love will have both
Lust...

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To the people of the earth, we convey this greeting.
We are quite anxious for this long-awaited meeting.
Coming in peace, we are your cousins, as once before.
In a few hours, we’ll be reunited once more.

You will recognize us; our appearance you will know.
We see the sun...

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Can you forgive someone who has stolen your life?
A person with full faculties of the knowledge that
they have invaded your every ounce of pureness.
With only the craving of self gratification, with no
concerns of the damage inflicted upon the naive victim.
Life as you have known it...

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Have grocery stores become delivery systems?
Bearing insidious alterations in organ function?
I asked my local grocer-
"Please show me the labelling of GMO products you carry"
His reply-
"I'm not responsible for the content you consume"
My reply-
"Fair enough, who is"
His reply-
"Way above my pay grade, buddy"
My reply-
"Then your response...

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Enola Gay

There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas;
Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1
Glistening, polished aluminum under the blaring floodlights filmed for posterity,
Maneuvers' the ‘Enola Gay’, chosen by the pilot and named after his mother. 2
With the...

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I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks of sky
while flowers kept merrying in the garden.
Sitting cross-legged in...

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Soul-are 

Is my soul conscious at this time?

No further question marks in asking
as the query is itself the answer
tentative and playful statement
of intent of letting go solutions
to a problem which is not

The conscious soul

There is an ‘is’ somewhere
out there in there and 
where they meet...

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