Best Billie Poems

The musk of damp earth after a coating of autumnal rain permeates,

Smoke upon distant chimneys, spiralled clumsily, enveloped by the evening sky,

Leaves underfoot make a...

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I surrender myself to you
The grains worn with times gone
I’m as withered as an old apple
That has no juice left to give   but

I...

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Then I Opened That Door…

To The Question: “How was your Day?” came this response…

The other day I arrived at work and found my chair was...

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The search for love is never black or white.
I'm just looking for a pretty young thing.
It's human nature to desire what is right.
Forget Billie Jean,...

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in a dream -
Mississippi, the 50's
lone hike on a sweltry spring-tide day
rolling fields of cotton and wheat
cauliflower clouds like lazy old men
creeping across a buttery...

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During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
       It is in your memory to let you know I'll...

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Con't from Pt 1

At two years old your motherly instincts took me away./ What could my "mother" say,/ she 
was married to a man who...

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Willy wails Willy wails
Wind wails in the trees
Willy wails Willy wails
Wails the queen of bees
Willy wails Willy wails
Wails the bluish moon
Willy wails Willy wails
The gale...

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Waiting in the Maybe                     ...

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So it begins.., somewhere 
it always must. Right?

Just picturing Dorothy starting out.., followin' Billie Burke's yellow brick road,
on a cause..
     ...

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He wipes the tables clean
Picks up the dirty wears
Take out the garbage
Stock the fridge with beers

Cleans the bath room
And mops the floors
Sweep outside on the...

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Thank You!...

It's Black history month, so we come to celebrate, 
all the hues of brown that made our nation great! 

From Fredrick and Harriet to...

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Last night I dreamed Rhonda and I were so desperate for income that we either started or were hired by a grandma sex hotline.

I don't...

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I want to lead you to safety like Harriet Tubman,
While we are on our way,
I want to stop traffic like Garrett Morgan,
Before we get there,...

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I played Mother's favorite song, now it is mine, I played it till she took her last breath.



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December 12, 2015


I'll Be Seeing You by Rosemary...

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