Best Changes Hands Poems

Days of past and wintry times
The chill of night within my bones
Words that last and cling to rhyme
Crackling flames and yuletide tones

Birds of night sing...

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With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away!
No longing have I now to roam!
The world seems like it’s meant for play!
Your aura’s warmth...

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With you here in my life:
All enemies seem far away!
With you here in my life:
No longing have I now to roam!
With you here in my...

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They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind...

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Smells of boiled hot dog sausages,
beef burgers and onions.
Mingle these with - wafts of candy floss, 
toffee apples and brandy snaps.
Whirring of engines
chugging over noisily,
half...

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Summer waves goodbye, as it tip toes forward.
Autumn shadows the land, without saying a word.

The hues of fall gradually makes its appearance.
The traces of summer...

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Thousands upon thousands 
             of postcards 
  lined up in boxes 
People...

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She takes the stars up in the sky
And connects their dots at night
Like a giant Etch A Sketch
Her own Galaxy Lite-Brite

Using neon highlighter 
All the...

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As a poet I use words to facilitate.
Whether it is to inspire, for grief, love or debate.
A word to me in rhyming form is God’s...

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Free From Money


I search for money and money I cannot find
What do I perceive;
more search and tired mind
I search for money and money I cannot...

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love like currency that changes hands, 
that falls into cracks between the pavement, 
protected by some, squandered by others, 
unspent, overdrawn, overwhelmed...

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Perceptions By Taalib Brown


My New York lens is covered in grime
A filth large enough to receive a fine and pass the city dumping line.
Pedestrians are...

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Building bricks


Brick by brick we build our nation
And stone by stone we build a generation.
The children are the future, the old our voting class;
The young...

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