Best Bawls Poems

Prolonged sounds of shrieking sirens warn
Where death of normalcy people mourn
As he hugs wife and child close to his heart,
Ambivalent of woeful day’s agonizing start:
Unjust war burning down sanctity of life
Clasping distressed lives in atrocious strife.

Neither they have hope, nor relief in sight,
Where eerie silence...

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I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage its wings.

Purposeful, evocative, musings unwind
When elixir of missives invigorates mind
In...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood typewriter on my desk, beside an...

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The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my bifocals back, I frown. I can’t remember anything after arriving at 11pm.? A cell phone rings. I stumble toward the...

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The Play Bill falls from my sweaty palm to the floor
September 8, 2001 and I'm still alive; it's a miracle.
Pushing my bifocals back up my nose, I frown.
I can't remember the play at all?

A cell phone rings. I stumble toward the closed doors.
Bending over, I'm...

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Savannah Night

There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.

The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The...

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The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night

His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife

Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace

Waves splash coyly along her skin
As parching drought afflicts the twin

Halo membranes...

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Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved 
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink

Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul language scrawls 
on the Oval Office latrine 
dollar-bill green painted walls
Flush the rank noise
with a few 
smelly issue tissue tweet bawls

That dung aroma gon make...

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UUUUF…the mailman taps on the door,
Plop, Plop as the cards drop on the floor
roooooommm runs the vacuum cleaner
Oh, there’s mighty ringing of the buzzer
	
Come buddies, hey, Jimmy and Bob
Here’re ribbons and boxes, get on job
Boiling oil is plashing in the pan off
Sugar is gurgling on...

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The master forces his clowns to laugh 
when polka dots become the wearers.
An audience roars…a  pained choreograph;
behind the scene,  the wounded howl tears.

What man is he who tugs the moppet strands?
Twisting acts at whim for raunchy tricks
and controlling moves through strict demands,
only to...

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Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through
at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff.
Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto -
Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough -

a clue to the catcher - this batter's toast.
Pickett lobs the pitch from high on his perch,
Meade smacks it...

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There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.

The lions creep through the long grass setting an ambush.
The first...

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Unquotable quotes: Addictions: Smokes, Drugs, Sex, Films and Sleep – XL

Where the hand leads, the eyes close.
When the eyes shut, imagination is on fire.
What you don’t really see is what you feel.
When you feel at ease you fool yourself.
No joy is real until the pain...

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Rum bottle nods with sanction
on gentle sway
The old dog spat snuff juice
that took wind
Puffins drift below the haze 
Cape Flattery
is no tale

Chocolate on a white man,
the solitary wile
brackish breeze
wanders along impressions,
dints in a sea chiseled face
Heads pressed vigorously
to confine what coat resembles
beneath salted rags
Today he...

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Christmas Magic


UUUUF…the mailman taps on the door,
Plop, Plop as the cards drop on the floor
roooooommm runs the vacuum cleaner
Oh, there’s mighty ringing of the buzzer

Come buddies Gail, Leo, Craig, Frank and Bob
Here’re ribbons and boxes, get on job
Boiling oil is plashing in the pan off
Sugar...

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