Best Conferences Poems

Another day
Another memory fades
Le jardin que toujours existe
Has disappeared, disparu

An army of 40,000 destroyed
All that my childhood held dear
They arrive in planes and limos
Coal fired...

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Perhaps I’m facing pogonophobes? 
Apparently wore the wrong face.
Age-hardened wiry wisps forge 
post-pubescent platemail -
protect strangers
from my truest fleshy pores, protect me 
from the xenophobes...

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Morning sounds wake sleepy heads in beds.
A thud against the wall...daddy's home, drunk!
Mommy must have given him that mommy look!
Sis and I rush to help...

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Passions for expectations with life were none
Till the teenage accepted life as it came anon.
Went to gym, played games, attended school
Swam in the open sea,...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets 
the conferences of frogs, 
the unpublished works 
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an...

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He speaks for the uprooted.
A man of sorts, a twiggy Buddha.
He who interprets
the conferences of frogs,
the unpublished works
of kestrels and voles.

He’s an advocate for the...

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Let me speak clearly with you
dear religious and atheist Trumpians,

A fool in executive office
is a leader
only in foolish directions.

A rich thief
is the worst thief
as survival...

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I am a refuge here!
In this foreign land-
Of luxury of darkness
Where darkness
Laughs at me
Angry winds,
Bite me like scorpions,
Mosquitoes,
Drink me like a pot of beer
Bed bugs,...

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Changes

If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked.     ...

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My doctor says, as we grow older,
and keep cramming stuff into our brain,
sooner or later, it has to dump.

Is this really true?
Or, is it simply...

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Tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Sometimes for the five members there’ll be few bread.

Mother would declare she'd already her share of...

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Tough time – the economic crisis for a short period
Sometimes for the five members there’ll be a few bread.

Mother would declare she'd already her share...

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Our school secretary woke up every day, begging for unhappy.
By her daily face, I knew she was almost always able to find it.
By her heart,...

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How I long to return to the Summer of my life,
When days were so long that they required a nap or a refreshing splash through...

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