Best Boys Poems

My babies have all gone,
They've grown and left the nest,
Spreading out their wings to fly,
Upon life's thrilling quest.

The years flew by so quickly.
Babies turned into little boys.
Little boys grew into manhood,
Putting away their childish toys.

I miss those little boy faces,
With their mischievous, winsome smiles.
I miss...

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FINAL EPISODE OF PURE FANTASY
Hello Bad Boys!

The starry, twilight zone high above, this night
With it’s shooting stars, and the moon, so bright,
Looked heavenly, even Venus, was in sight,
It was clear, could see far and beyond
Across every mountain, ocean and pond!
Echo Man needs my help, I...

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They taunt me one then the other
Push me—hurt pride—scattered books
Crying?   Go cry to your mother
laughing with smug contemptuous looks

Dark musty locker room, stripping for gym
Shouting, snapping towels at each other’s rear
Vice principle comes by looking grim
His volcano erupts—we’re silent with fear

Growing into a...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the tree-lined rich suburban variety,
arms folded across their angry 
relentless middle-class chests,
shoulders hunched for their LoseLose anger battle.

Each stands before her...

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inside white fences

boys play at war with toy guns

miles from their nice homes. . .

villagers tremble before

a rifle-bearing child’s glare


Aug. 26, 2015...

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The soldiers said
That the boy threw a grenade.
The parents of the boy said
That the soldiers planned to kill him.
This is what happens

When one person
Believes that another person
Is but an animal,
And not human.
People will self-fulfill as animal

And it’s much easier to kill
An animal,
Especially when you are...

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Mud puddles were made for little boys on warm summer days,
In search of tadpoles and frogs and other delightful items of play.
Grass snakes are fine but they’re hard to contain,
They get slick and slimy when left in the rain.

Little boys need big pockets to amass...

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They fought for a country, they fought for peace
But in 2012 the gunfire still does not cease
Being no more than a young lad
To sign up to fight they did so and was glad
No fear of what may come, no fear of the unknown
But some feared...

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Liking the first girl they see
This is the age seven
Liking the second girl they meet
This is the age eleven
Dreaming all day everyday
About the girl of your dreams
Then you snap back to reality
As your mother yells come eat
Getting to school early
To meet the girl of your...

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Two little boys lost in the woods. 

Two little boys trying to get home, only if they could.

Two little boys were freighted by things that went bump in the night.

Two little boys prayed for daylight.

Two little boys heard the search party coming.

Two little boys begin...

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They performed again 
       the aging Beach Boys
Conjuring up seaside 
       utopias
Caught their act 
             years ago 
  at Madison...

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it not that far away
here what I say
its well understood
if you be good
you have  alovely day
so don't be a bad clown
for better toys
BOY AND GIRLS
SANTA IS IN TOWN...

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Boys don't cry,
I felt my soul collapse and concave into a black hole located in the epicentre of my white heart. 
They never told us that when you let pain nibble on your sanity you lose yourself to the gluttony of pain. 
They never told us that...

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Ive noticed boys are like seagulls.
They pick up the first shiny thing they see.
Why would they want something dull.
Dont you agree?
And they keep it and hold it and tell it its pretty and that they love it.
Until they spot something more shiny and new.
Something that...

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My father didn’t cry until my brother did.
It was the final good-bye between three men, who are all told that they are not the type of people to cry because they are not me or her.
Don’t cry they plead to themselves.
Don’t show this emotion.
My little...

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