Best Avon Poems

Having another crisis,
and feeling overwhelmed,
Kim stared at the bottle, 
with all the pills,
feeling depressed and dismayed,
she felt she couldn't live another day…
Reaching for the bottle,
screwing...

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I remember, oh how I remember
the years that have gone by.
Our doors were never bolted
our windows never closed.

Women had part-time jobs
knocking on doors all afternoon,
their...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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Alone with no admirers to receive her,
with posters on the walls of Justin Beiber.
her iPod worked just fine except one hitch,
 mp3's uploaded daily by...

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beyond the road curve ahead I do not know,
we are still far and distant from winter snow,
autumn has sprayed green leaves some yellow, some red,
as...

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Medusa came calling one day
selling Avon.  What can I say?
To stone I did turn.
“It's so hard to earn
a living,” she cried.  “Rocks can't...

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I was not born here but I’ll probably see out my years here.
Circumstances brought me here twenty or so years ago and I’m still here
It’s...

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How fast time has fled in limitless wingspan
How months and years have merged into eons
Bringing such changes, so awesome and spectacular

I have come swinging open...

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Some praise the work of Rumi
They declare him the poetry king
But his deep philosophical lines really are not my thing

William Shakespeare the Bard of Avon
I...

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A conversation overheard between Shakespeare and his former muse.

"So many things hath turned to utter folly over the ages.
Hundreds of years since I've penned pages...

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She gazes forth, forlorn, her splendor inspired, her grieving vast 
It was three hundred years since the Bard of Avon did create
An ode to her...

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A horse!  A horse!  My kingdom for a horse!

Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!

Richard's steed Surrey lay dead

Slain by a...

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"The Paradox" 

When we had crossed Styx
like a slow game of knuckles
we were thrown for a six 
it was like the party 
had kick started...

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Awaken from her maker's poison
Reality's her nightmare's reason
To run away from tombs that cover
The lifeless body of her  lover

Barefooted... So free to love again
Waiting...

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alas the ass to ride the dollar and the mule to the bank
I am not amuse the ruse of poetry soup and lack of lentils

as...

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