Best Club Poems

The house was full
Of Gods and deities
The curtain call was soon
The water vasos were poured
And became the finest of wines
The bread multiplied
The baker you see
Was a part time magician
The fishermen all relaxed
As I saw fish fall from the skies

Ra was there
Oh my the tan on...

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I invite you to join the perfect womens club
The application is sitting on the desk
The following will not determine acceptance
Weight, height
Age
Hair color 
Certainly not breast size
Education will make little difference unless it's used wisely
There is no one to compete with
Acceptance is almost always guaranteed
What are...

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Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that comes down the hill

Limousines arrive daily, like vultures of prey, 
to stop and eject their catch of the day
There is...

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~~ Divorce  Club~~


Haiku   * divorce trip *
---------
broken promises
eclipse of the sun and moon
dreams that fall like leafs.

Limerick  * never settle*
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Like a  gun to my head of course
I married the end of a horse
love was never real,
kids no big deal.
Wow! I...

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he's holding her hand
cheerleader beyond the glass
his knight takes my queen


02/03/16...

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Dr. Zhivago, 12 angry men  Valdez is coming Clear and Present danger Scent of a woman Armageddon Medicine Man

Top Gun the ninth gate Dangerous minds, Milk money wings of the dove
Cider house rules and shangi noon

The shadow  {knows} Bugsy the firm dangerous dogs...

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Ev’ry night, just ‘bout nine
              This story does unfold
The living room is quiet
              My puppy’s nose is cold

The TV...

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She wanted love
that he wouldn’t give
She cried and thought
“How can I live?”

There was a sullen boy
who believed 
“If I’m gone others will be relieved.”
He feels not good enough
To much pain and other stuff

Then the old man
alone in a chair
sad blue eyes, grey hair
thinking “No one...

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For International Women’s Day.

The Perfect Women’s Club

I invite you to join the perfect womens club.
The application is sitting on the desk.
The following will not determine acceptance:
Weight, height, age,
skin or hair color 
Certainly not breast size or body shape.

Education will make little difference unless it's used...

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Her childhood stories bring tears to the eye
They’re of her overcoming difficulties
In an abusive family life
The subjects in racist societies
Molestation and racism are two reasons why
Traumatization had caused her to be  MUTE
They ban books for the harsh reality they deny    ...

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I heard that there is a group called the mean girls club.
An elite group of poetesses that some like to snub.
A strong group of women who have each other’s backs,
and band together against petty and meaningless attacks.

There must be some jealousy from some not in...

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If our love is a sin, then heaven must be full of such tender and selfless sinning as ours— Radclyffe Hall

Explore themes of love and identity
Of Stephen Gordon’s innate sense of masculinity
Since a child, her desire,  ‘women’
The idea that if love is considered a...

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The Spit & Whittle Club
As remembered: by Miracle Man
3-21-2020

As a kid it was always town on Saturday,
horses and wagons dotted our main street.
 Tied to curb rings up and down Broadway,
then penny candy, was sometimes a treat.

Many had come to gin a weeks cotton,
and buy...

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Best seller
“Gone Girl” a novel by Gillian Flynn           

Riddles, my wife loved games of amusement
I never found out the clue of why 
she had gone missing, accuse me?
I was spent on our anniversary
Under mysterious circumstances
Nothing...

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a city 
hungover 
wakes slowly 
to silence
and lights that 
keep watch
over night

the red
and red amber
the green
amber 
red
on still streets with
no traffic in sight.

railings and
stone steps 
lead down to a 
basement 
where graffiti
conceals a
locked door

and where bins
overflowing
with bottles
and chip trays 
spew half eaten 
food
to the floor.

a...

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