Best Autobiographical Poems

the smell of the leather
the fizz of the seam
thump into the gloves
its seems like a dream

the smell of the ralgex
the wince in the hit
strain of the scrummage
that I had to quit

the smell of the chlorine
the click of the hub
the ache of the thighs
no more, that's...

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Hyperbolic quasi autobiographical prevarication...
caricature sketch of person best known to yours truly

What began as an honest 
to goodness attempt 
to craft personal truthful profile
evolved into a fictional poem
manifested into the following.

Despite the onslaught of paparazzi,
I (an eccentric kindhearted sexagenarian -
born January xiii, mcmlix
at The Christ...

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Martin
Softly spoken, conscientious, thoughtful, union man,
The proud son of a nurse, no stranger to, “the pan”,
Loving the blues and blue grass, I’m a Bolton Wanderers fan,
Feeling hopeful, happy or sad, I walk outdoors when I can,
Fearing for the grand-kids, the planet, the common man,
Hoping for...

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As I sit wandering about the south 
side of Chicago captured effortlessly 
by the tall dandelions watching the 
lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails 
we often lit them just before the sun 
sets over George Washington Carver 
campus deep within the forest preserve 
over looking...

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My Gallery

In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial-up connection
of live wires

The modem is working just
To repeatedly provide
the facsimile of
Barren and bald paths

Inner lumbering of daily freight
Coiling, clutching upward
There is no vivacity
The vital force has parasited
How I inhale life?

My days and nights...

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I wandered the Vale and Harvington,
A singin' me songs with passion,
Back then I liked to live frugally,
But me melodies were never on ration!

One evening whilst singing in Banbury,
The Police pulled up in their car,
Out stepped a tall copper 
I'm in trouble now proper!
But he wanted...

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The Death of the River

When I see the mirror
I can see the inner working of my machinery,
Look my mental wire renders                        ...

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