Best Antiquated Poems

An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out.
With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about.
On her...

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When I talk to you, I'm talking to the wall -
to photos arranged across from where you hung the paintings
made by your own two hands....

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I wore popular shin high white boots,
The top in rage of disco dancing queens.
The Bee Gees were the utmost in the clan
The alter of quantifying...

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you read out of obligation
a tit for tat consolation
a "thank you for your visit" affirmation

it's cool, this unspoken rule
I do it too, so what’s new?
It's...

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Poetry is white lights falling upon rainbows and snow
Casual exchanges blinked upon a shared pillow
Lip prints etched inside an antiquated photograph
The obligatory holding of hands...

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An eye for an eye
Soon the world was blind
A place full of misery 
Not one person was kind

People chose to get even
They believed in blow...

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in the first crevice of light
as dawn flushed its skies
her frail fingers struggled
to pluck weeds from spring buds
that laid like a colorful quilt
on her once...

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Oh, Poisiden, you disrupt my sea;
                Alter not your color...

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I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza,...

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Heavens are open to view in the late night sky.

Celestial bodies spinning in orbit, moving

Light years away, exploding out of our sight,

Some on the same...

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I. The Love of Minds

The volume on the desk,
The one not claimed by dust or burned
By light, will follow her to bed tonight.
Its pages will...

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Jabba the hut? Is that the best you can do?
I’ve been called a lot worse by better than you.

You say that I’m portly, then call...

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Hating hate
Is still hate
hate is not defeated with hate
hate is not defeated by love
hate is quelled with understanding
but
we have forgotten how to listen
instead of listening...

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The Old Man and the Singer- Mystic

it was like the old man
aged and rustic
a Singer sewing machine
oddity to find in a river
rusted, like the old...

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In Memories Of Thrill Of Her First Kiss

    In memories of thrill of her first kiss
    I had felt...

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