Best Caesars Poems

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Truly how blessed are we not to bow to the barbaric chivalry
Of emperors and kings’  in raging insanity
Historical madness runs in the house of...

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Every flower has its own color
With annual observation,
this we springtime discover

Give a womb kernel cede
of acknowledgment
To the spectrum birthright
of each other

We are all one,
tho’ from...

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We are all broken
into separate pieces
Brothers uncles
mothers and nieces
Fractured ways of thinking
Cool-aide drinking
Caught between 
real and false
Can you feel we’re all sinking

False prophets
We have become...

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"OMLET"
            or
      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
  ...

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Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My...

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Kind Of Blue (For Miles Davis)

Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx Ny 1991


Before they could lower Miles 
into the damp, dark ground
Two of the PALL BEARERS
Thought they heard...

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Oh yes, the college girls
come and go
speaking of Ani De Franco.
And yes, I too
measure out my days
with coffee spoons,
a hundred years later
and nothing has changed,
only...

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It's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and...

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Ignatius inspected his cohort
The unknown one and his men
He needed the best to fight for him
He needed the best to fight for them

Iduma stood tall,...

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Farewell 2014, God Bless You
               Good years pass in a wink
...

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"OMLET"
            or
      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
(Or: Rules Are...

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" The Skunk and The Porcupine ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28,...

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Villanelle: Is there shame worse than that to be caught dead unknown

Is there shame worse than that to be caught dead unknown
How many would give...

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I am where King David was born.  My name means, “House of bread”.
I am located six miles south of Jerusalem; 262 miles northeast of...

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for KNOCK US DOWN WITH YOUR LINES Contest

How many generations have to suffer
    the stings of those who would be bigger than
...

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