Best Checks Poems

On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels,...

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She's dressed in freshly laundered scrubs,
a floral top and pants pale blue.
There for a moment to hand me a gown,
and tell me what to do.

As...

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Winnie, wild-eyed, went insane
and sang “Happy Birthday” in the rain, 
while she washed away her bloody pain.

Now all day long she sings that song,
she sings...

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A girl gleams in her ink dreams
sittin against barn wall sqeakin like a soul freakin,
voices from an unpopulated country
dancin and rockin on her soul's farmland...

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My loving beautiful Rose, 
I love you from your head to your painted toes. 
I called her everyday until our love grew, 
I will dream of you...

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Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)

Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state

Security checks once...

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At New Yorks laGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the...

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The Haunted House

‘Room to Let’ the signage read, 
and though it looked run down,
I’d found no other place to stay
since I was new in town.

When...

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Gradually she changes her dress
at the end of this winter day
like a beautiful stage actress
preparing herself for a play.

At the end of this winter day
City...

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All round the ring of Kerry’s highways, people point and cry
It’s 4 o’clock on the very dot and Mick’s rig is passing by,
It has glistening...

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She Goes Back
By Lillian J. Jeffrey


Whispers flow like a river
she will be sold
sold or rented like a cash crop

Born on a Maryland plantation
her mother works...

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A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent...

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It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— 
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect 
With...

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standing in line
at the local grocery store. 

I stood there watching people
sighing impatiently and tapping their toes
while typing on their phones. 

I was next, elderly...

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I would deny its existence and favor the second place
prediction of Tuesday; 
For the beginning is never subtle, and it tends to hunt
my off-beat verse....

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