Best Ball And Chain Poems

"The In-Between"

I ripped the pages of 
that tired old story 
from the heart, a body of work

buried the misdiagnosed slanders
then wiped their mouths
with the back...

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This Girl Just Wanna Have Fun

Saturday night’s always my special night,
and I’ll party hearty ‘till broad daylight.
Long hair and shapely hips swinging to the beat,
I’m...

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She has eyes like a magnet, that pulls one in
To a steel web where there is no escape
Then she licks her lips as she watches...

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Formal forms feel nice and safe
But meter makes me sweat
Sometimes rhymes will grind and chafe
And stresses makes me fret

Perhaps there is another way?
I need to...

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Nomads of the Rising Sun

~~a homeless home invasion~~



We are nomads of this earthly plain, dining with dust and riveting rain
Dancing with demons dictating pain, making...

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Burning so bright
With new found life
Released from his ball and chain
Out of the dark
And into the light
Flying… on wings of freedom again.

As he writes his...

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I dreamt that you were there,
In a haze, I could see your familiar face
The sun providing a spotlight for our awe-drenched moment

As I drew near,
Your...

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Please come to me in morning light,
      and show to me your sunshine smile.
   Remove from me the...

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If I were an elephant,
I'd pray to the creator for 
a diamond tipped beak.
To peck away this forever ball and chain.
Of man's grand deceit.
...I'd pray...

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Your past should be a reminder,
Of how far you have come.
Your past should be the key to the present,
Not to a ball and chain.

Your past...

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A crumbling cabin, a jungle deep,
An old soldier trudging by,
Imagining he heard, in the breeze,
A ghostly, wounded sigh.

This elder sat 'neath a mangrove
To ease his...

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“The World’s Playground”

"Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses".

Jack the ripper, he slept with a whore, and became deadly ill 
Awhile his wife Jill...

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Emancipation 
Ball and chain gets left behind 
New sun starts to shine...

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No valentine on Valentine's.
I haven't met one yet.
Each year I wait another
for a person I've not met.
There's nothing I've done wrong:
yet waiting is in vain.
And...

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State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that...

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