Best Apologies Poems

We don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
  when time was f r o z...

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Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder
A gentle firm touch
Ancient fingers stretching awake
And for that moment in time, I receive you
My body marinates in...

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Now that only forgotten promises remain,
sounds of solitude are gifts I wish to obtain.
Sentiments are temporary in a world full of change,
affections are wasted in...

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An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He...

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A charlatan returns despite his earlier defeat.
After two years gone, he claims he owns a seat
But there is no throne for the jester who bears
His...

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You  told
               me  once  
   ...

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To my daughter who never listens.

Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's...

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A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same...

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I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing...

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To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a...

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Good evening Ladies 
May I say, I am honored and privileged
As this is the first ever time
I have read in front of a woman’s only...

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178 months, 129940 hours,
now only 10 minutes remain.
Sitting in cold eerie darkness,
he observes the rhythm of water drops,
slowly wipes away streams of sweat
with his withered...

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Poor Little Boy Lost plays a game of peekaboo
Pretending everything in his world is well
Spoiled was his plan for organizing a coup
and now he hopes...

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What happens to this poetry embroidered within the walls of my heart, 
When the joy of my words are shattered underneath your feet, 
Can the...

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At first you were understanding 
and patient,
so polite and gentle,
encouraging me to express my emotions.

But then you became obsessive and jealous.
Forcing me to shut up...

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