Best Contracted Poems

In open space free
Steel and glass enclosure
A small moving space confined
My possession of pride
Momentum propelled by young drive
A companion of trust.

The wingless bird
Tunneled timid air
Dust...

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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft...

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What I’m feeling is difficult to put into words
It really is very hard to share the pain 
I feel in my sad and heavy heart.
I...

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A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank, 
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.

A dawn swift gust...brushes...

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Here I lie in bed again, 
Awaiting my next meal.
A worker enters in my room, 
As if it's no big deal.

What ever happened to courtesy?...

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In order to understand , you should go to the poem "William part 1 "
   
Your back ..I thank you ! I know...

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BULLET BLIND

    $$                   ...

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Contract

In a little town away out west ,
the Contract was out,
 the thunderboxes best,
Tommy Bumble offered 20 cents a tin,
To take the human manure in,
With...

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Spring hasn't sprung: No bees have stung;
No painter's fallen off a ladder's rung.
No miner's contracted black lung.

Spring hasn't sprung: No batter has swung
At a strike...

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"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect...

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For John Hink


I left your stool in my kitchen corner where you sat, a crooked grin on your weathered face that had seen a hundred...

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Born a year after her crowning, named after the Queen
   My sister had no luck, her life short and mean
Academically and behaviorally in...

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God believes in term limits – 
no surprise, Congress does not;

The soul responds immediately
to truth – while policy requires
endless debating...

Good needs no rehearsing – 
unlike...

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"Placebo - Part 2"



There’s little sins and HUGE SINS
Little mistakes, possibly forgiveable.
HUGE MISTAKES, HUGE SINS?
That’s a different kind of metronome
marking time over a head, while
a...

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