Best Collector Poems

I am a hoarder of antiquities,
offering longevity to ephemera.
Obsessed with an insatiable 
urge for accumulation
I fill every available nook 
stacking layer upon layer
of emotional possessions…...

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ALPHA TO OMEGA 

A is for Arturo and Alexis two great Poets,
Who make us all cry and laugh
B is for Besma a great philosopher
And soul...

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O' Butterfly, a child, disgraced 
Bewitched without a chance
Beguiled, exquisitely endowed. Frail wings held no escape
Such innocence would glaze her eyes, as gossamer might do

He...

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This global pandemic causes confusion from social isolation.
In a virtual world without human touch - there will be irritation.

When burdens of life, echo like chunks...

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Stop being so downcast!
Stop feeling so blue!
And please, stop caring about how many here like you!
On this planet we have but a short time here.
Don't...

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Sarah’s Story - Mental Illness

Sarah, the “Crazy Lady,” was a familiar sight,
roaming the streets any time of day or night.
Her foul body odor announced her...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
...

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Cherry wood accents, glass entombed

precious moments captured, enshrined

antique curio cabinet, bring me back in time

that porcelain doll, great gram's pearl

painted piercing eyes still reflecting her...

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You know me as a poet, and writer of poems sad,
I take poetic license, violating rules and conventions;
telling a story using figurative language, I share,
...

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It's possible, I've lived and died before. 
My restless soul, a wand'ring vagabond
Arising swiftly, only to abscond
And cheat the soul collector at death's door

Each time,...

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I’ve always been a cash man, so when me cash was blown,
I might be sitting back all stony broke and pleading for a loan,
at least...

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I'm known as the fixer
The collector of broken dreams
Setting the pieces like a puzzle
I put gold between the seams

All your thoughts within my reach
I look...

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Is there any creature prettier
Than a butterfly fluttering by
A creature of the utmost beauty
Like a rainbow high in the sky

Varied paths on wings of colour
A...

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Striving for Political Correctness

By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade...

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Awakened before dawn, I gasped for breath
A sound of dark foreboding breaks the still
Outside, the unrelenting, "song of death"
That soul collector, singing, " whip-poor-will" 

Before...

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