Best Bins Poems

Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly?
Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky?
As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant...

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Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,

be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins.



The ruling lot...

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When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat

Yet when I actually arrive
it...

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a city 
hungover 
wakes slowly 
to silence
and lights that 
keep watch
over night

the red
and red amber
the green
amber 
red
on still streets with
no traffic in sight.

railings and
stone steps...

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God allowed him to see through their eyes,
feel their cries,
understand their plight,
with his body, but with their sight,
the alley way shimmered,
the night stars glimmered,
and the...

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Chirpy birds disturb my deep sleep.
Sky pastels reflect in a somber ashen tinge.
Sun seems to be lost in a floating mist,
cloaking wet slates and chimney...

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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to...

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You may see me out on the streets
Lying curled up in a foetal position my sleeping bag in a shop doorway
Trying to get a few...

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Today I present an old poem, written at least a decade before "Doubts". What this poem lacks in poetic format, and style, it reaps in...

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I was reminiscin' the other day about times that were more sublime,
And got to thinkin' about those old stores called Kresge's Five and Dime.
I recall...

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Some things I think are overhead
Are also underneath my bed
And this is true of you, as well.
So mark my words now, as I tell:
Beneath the...

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I will not allow madness
Nor will I allow anesthesia
This place will end up in a mess
You won`t be affected by amnesia
As you will never forget...

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A place called Copenhagen, do you know its song? 
Joy and laughter safely ride waves of light.,  
and summer days are twenty-five hours long.

Do...

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Don’t point your finger at the thief
For losing sovereignty
It’s not the fault of Hollywood
If God, we don’t believe.

The pace of life accelerated
When first we wouldn’t...

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Why are you not where you belong?
This situation is very wrong?

I do not mean to pry,
Yet still I wonder why?

Some...

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