Best Crowd Poems

amid scurrying feet, 
in the whirling humanity,
with divided aims, 
and sizzling brains,
she paused with singularity of purpose.


never in a hurry, more at peace,
on a park bench, alone,
bent and weird, she sat.
when she moved, 
 her bones creaked,
on rusty hinges!


ragged in dress, torn in body, 
face...

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I sit here, watching the faces walk past,
Some of them I recognise, 
But so many I don't, 
I imagine if I were one of them, 
Walking past me,
Seeing me, like I see them.

I wonder some times if these simple passers by judge me,
If they ponder...

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living life day by day 
unheard, unseen, and invisible
no one knows who you are
they all say she's nobody, she's not special
yearning to be known and respected 
you can't change yourself to be who you're not
people will never respect you that way
you have to treat yourself...

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I have plucked the glory of the brightest star
and came close enough to touch its fingers,
searched the realms that inhabit its womb
or even felt that wildly young adult passion, 

that I was inconquerable at  21,,, 30
maverick and  a trail-blazer, yet present life
leaves me...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t a strong community—Sister Unity
They’re the tricksters of the movement —...

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June night, two points shine

claws skitter down waving tail

ratcheting sounds of possums.'...

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All alone, I stand in the crowd.
All aground, I travel the oceans.
All adrift, I'm stuck in the bog.
All afresh, I'm back in the stale memories of a wasted past.
 
All aflame, I freeze in the cold recesses of my soul.
All afloat, I founder in the...

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Who am I today?
Husband, Father, Son or Brother
A noble thought that gives itself away,
Or some distant, self-obsessed Other?
What shape I don tomorrow
Who can say
If I shall move across my stage
Enacting joy or sorrow?

What tides shall bear me
To what familiar or what stranger port
Whose ears shall...

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The crowd is untrue,
Thus the need to stand aloof,
...Honestly be friends
With an honest few, is right.
Aye, the key to the victory.

Cower not under
The impulse of consumerism,
Since you aren't a beast.
Thus, to set things as always,
Means giving the best in you....

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One feels so alive 
   at baseball games
   You are a part 
of something there
Something bigger 
than yourself
   As a Mets fan 
I feel myself as 
   a piece in the urban puzzle 
A member of the...

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Whatever thing it is you lack
Is in the cupboard at the back.
You didn't know you'd one of those
And that is why the door won't close.

You've searched for that thing everywhere
And now you find it hidden there,
Because it's borrowed a disguise
From things you just don't recognize.

Perhaps...

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Now, the time has come for bawdy things
from no other than our queen of queens.
	As she takes the throne,
	the crowd emits a groan.
This, the reign of the Queen of Obscenes.
...

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The grass
alas
is shorn
like corn
the dew
eschews
forlorn
this morn

the crowd
avowed
the ball
and all
then groans 
and moans
clubs thrown
are known.

Embued
and hued
the words
like swords
wrong swing
the sting
bad lie
too high

the squeeze
on knees
in pleas?
to seize
the gold
and hold
glory
story

though droll
their goal 
control
cajole
that ball
to fall
or roll
in hole

August 22,2022
For Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Contest
FIRST PLACE TROPhy!
POEM OF THE WEEK!...

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She Dances in Her Blue Dress

She stands beneath shimmering clear soft lights 
in subtle beauteous of elegance. 
A faint glimmer sparks in her eyes ignites 
an idyllic aura anxious to dance.

She wears a flattering blue amorous 
of the shoulder, flounce sleeves, body-con dress.
Adorned honey ankle...

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Tailed kite
Drifting higher
Grand sight

Thrill crowd
Gather around
Peals loud

Wind blew
Tug, pull, line breaks 
Shed tear


4/15/2020...

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