Best Bran New Poems

September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags 
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore  ...

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HABITS

We wake up in the morning,
Our memory, collecting storing,
The same data over, and over again,	
It becomes entrenched – a habit is due,
What triggers habits, just...

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o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow

whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee

inside,still seems bran new
my youthful...

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“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” 
Rumi

It was the summer of 1967 and the sun was almost bran new 
me and...

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Upon your wings of crystal blue 
a morning drop of dew 
although the sky is watching you 
you know, I am there too 
Oh dragonfly...

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Jump Start  (( collaboration *  SUSAN BURCH ))


by~ Poet D:

How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss..

Some where in between...

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I met a teenage boy last night
He inspired me to write
His words penetrated my soul
He made me evaluate my purpose and goal
He asked me if...

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SUPERIOR – not the lake

To me there are no persons drearier
Than those who think themselves superior,
Think everything in life that they do
Is a little, no,...

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In my twilight years I have grown silver, 
weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts.  
It reminds me of the first time I saw...

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Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper...

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At the corner of Ocean an Atlantic,
Late at night neighborhood kids would get frantic,
A run down building that had been condemned,
One night is where I...

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A reflection
o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow

whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee

inside,still seems bran new
my...

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, italics 
In The Mood for Love Again
By Karen Fitzpatrick

I’ll never forget the love we shared
Not knowing how deep I would grow to care

Time was...

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It was called Lantern tower up a winding staircase you go to reach the highest spot
when it came to erecting the York Minster Cathedral I...

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What can make you whole again
scrub you clean and be your friend,
What can change your heart’s desire
Burn away the old with a blazing fire,
What can...

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