Best Behind The Eight Ball Poems

His chapstick soft lips 
Distracted me 
From the perverse taste 

Of stale cigarettes 
He inhaled 
Between every other word 

But it didn’t 
Make my sagacious...

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Knowing Or Learning
Miracle Man
4/27/2024

Should any man think, that he knows it all,
he’s setting himself up for a king sized fall.
A mind that’s churning,
Will keep you...

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Always young at heart and old in soul
never at ease in the linked up, stuck-up clichés
of childhood or the bizarre unfriendly world of adulthood,
I always...

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Defined By Idioms

Naked truth, bent nails
dead men tell no tales
bad Apple, broken mirrors
burnt out light bulbs, crocodile tears
spilt milk, goose chase
two cents worth, rat race
rotten...

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We were doomed from the start.
I have a bad reputation and a big mouth.
I hid behind an eight ball and fake smile
I masked it with...

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When all the sick
Are put to rest
Train station
And plague ships 
Are empty
Retributions are fought
And paid
Nature
Again
Forced from towns
Highways and byways
Rumble and hum
To the movement of mode
Again
White...

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Her wind blew the castle down

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Much of my life I’ve lived behind the eight ball.
More than a few steps behind the rest.
Isolation surrounds my heart like a cloud.
I feel like...

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There was a time I knew nothing about rhyme, in a place with drugs and crime and I was crawling through the grime. Like looking...

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For every action there is a equal and opposite reaction like the striking of billiard balls but when worlds collide souls in twist and become...

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I took that walk thru the forest of redemption 
I followed a trail and saw normal people
However, I wasn't one of them
At that time, I...

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Pillows Outside My Sofa'

radiation keeps me from drawing nearer...
that inner pulse to regain the coast
that innocent exposure;
sever the impulse feel large
take a hold of its...

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hit a tender nerve
as if you haven't heard
what a disturbing word
time is on our side by in time
we all want to run away & hide
from...

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The anxiety boils up inside my bowels and 
Presses up under my heart. 
Right before it breaks into the back of
My throat and tears my...

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