Best Collegiate Poems

yesterday arrived at my doorstep
flashing her exuberance
through contagious smiles and sculpted features
painted images flickered through my memory
as seasons remembered
the autumn colors that bordered concrete
structures paying...

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I’m of Slovakian descent,
I can barely afford my rent,
Now I’ve run out of time,
And my very last dime,
I need to reach,
My time to teach,
To mold...

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Thank you, Mr. Rogers (yes, his real name!) 
for rescuing me from teenage purgatory.

       Perplexed teenager, lacking social lumen
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THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME

The way he looked at me?
No particular expression
Strange dude
Strange only because of surroundings
We’d spoken before
A few words
Can’t recall what about

But...

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My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would...

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Fascism lives in tension with holy optimism,
as hatred fades in presence of mutual love,
as WinLose evolutionary models
give way to WinWin sacred Energy
stories and songs and...

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THE MEDIUM

a simple soul
the medium
with more clean awareness
no intellectual tedium

when he goes within
when he speaks in tongues
reception is not clouded
by collegiate 101s

he needs no crystal...

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When I was 19 years old
I collapsed on my twin size collegiate bed
With my head in my hands
And I sobbed
Because for the first time in...

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"Their World"

Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. 

The day had...

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Re: Thank You to unknown 
   tom, dick, harry, tam, dame, 
   or dana from the MHS Class of 77, 
...

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Lately I’m beginning to think we don’t have a prayer
What happened?
The only recourse besides rebellion  is adequate representation
This country needs to be together and...

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the blogger
is the wretched chicken
laying an asteroid.


the city dweller
is the self identifying
contagious forlorn.


he strives 
for the praise.
he strives 
for a masterpiece.


he is
in fact
a ruffian. 


the...

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The ides of March are upon us,
With spring to follow closely in step.
    As we begin to welcome St. Patty,
  ...

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Beauty Pageant

Naked as a vintage grape is Vasalina Virginitita
Glowing oily in a noon day Sunday smile
A Spanish flower power child in full bloom
On display outside...

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Did I sing Happy Birthday 2 you? 
Or would that make you feel very blue 
It could have been that attitude 


That you get without...

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