Best Check Off Poems

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Mom’s Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas
Downtown stores they were packed
Shoppers looking for deals
Bargains bound to attract.

My mother navigated crowded streets with care
She put off Christmas shopping until Christmas Eve
Knowing the sales would still be there
She would check off her list – this she...

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Dear neighbors,

I realize we have not met,
other than the guy next door
but that doesn't really count
cause that was just to put up a fence between us,
and I have met Marvelously Mad Max,
behind me, on the River,
but primarily because I could not run away fast enough.

Regardless,
I...

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Acclimating to the tranquil jaunt
of a cool morning cascade
shouldered brightly by
reds and oranges of a quiet rising sun

Rather than yearning for ball point
to check off
Peacefulness & beauty with poingant
smile

Been there, done that!
O tireless mantra for
Consummation of life

Anticipating the soft cooing
of Septembers mourning dove
spawns antiquated veins...

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No matter where I send you, you return.
The fault lies in my own emotional navigation,
Wasting words and energy for energy's sake.
I hurl you into dead end corners,
So you can climb back into my brain.
All that's left are forced giddy-ups.
So help me check off all my...

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7:00 AM
my eyes small and tight
a soft shuffle into the bathroom
distorted and jaded,
a half frown on my face
a dog-tired grunt serves as my good morning

8:00 AM
my consciousness brings stress, anxiety
a checklist in my head
I can never seem to check off all the boxes
a smile locks...

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When they were handing out animus- I was missed,
You know that masculine thing in my psyche;
I am all girl, you can check off the female list,
Took my bro's play truck because I was feisty.

You know that masculine thing in my psyche,
I don't like any...

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WHAT I’VE KICKED OFF MY BUCKET LIST.

Kicked off to do’s before I knew, 
the term called,” Bucket List.”.
What we teens termed, “chasing our star”
”our dream” or … our heart’s “wish.”

With twenty -five bucks chased dream, from
Georgia, New York, on a train, 
Chasing dream involving fashion,
chase...

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Boggled is the mind 
 Where we stand is anti 
 Is shine proof 
 Need not to check off 
 But dismember the anti 
 with anatomic 
 Of words from the guru 
 no one should place a label 
 on who is...

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Washing and drying
Folding and clothing
Scooping and dumping
Hustling and bustling.

I follow my routine
Each tuesday, thursday and friday
Getting all the chores done
On rare occassion one is saved for tomorrow.

Yet, your never satisfied
You try to throw off my pattern
Adding new things that don't swing
While you make empty threats
That...

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With Dad now gone
If I could I wish…
I would give you a world cruise
I wish I could…
Buy you a ticket for 
An endless trip around the world
Think of all the people you would meet
And the places you would see
I wish I could…
Help you check off...

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Sit Transit Gloria Mundi
Rick Folker

Our current consumptive culture
Salivates over
"Tech" and "Cell" and "Screen"
That transmits the lurid, pornographic
Apocalyptic scenes.

We long for the end
Of the endless 24/7 hollow info
Hoping, even praying that 
The Moral Arc would start to bend.

The dreadful, the destitute in their death throes
Are caught...

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I pleasure dove into my treasure trove
Of keepsakes and mementos
I snoop around here about every ten years
And am always amazed at how quickly the time goes

There are pictures and things, an old mood ring,
Ticket stubs and newspaper clippings;
Blue tipped matches, old ID badges,
Birth announcements and...

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I'm busy all year, you just don't see.
I'm packing up presents and taking  down notes
who's been a good girl who's been a now't (mystic rose).
The reindeer's need feeding the sleigh needs a clean
and Mrs. Santa Claus as me cooking and cleaning.
I go on a...

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I was reading in a Southern Living magazine yesterday that one thing that all great 
southern writers have in their books is a dead mule.  The article cited several 
examples and said that their research indicated that if you wanted to be counted in...

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