Best Cued Poems

You hit when I was low
The pain you caused, you know
Threw dust on glitter glow
Made weeds of sorrow grow
Cued pent-up tears to flow

You hit when I was low

You hit when I was down
Made me a freak show clown
Took jewels from my crown
Gave not a smile...

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A dead star that inspired this poem--the companion of the star 55 Cancri, in the constellation of Cancer the Crab--has now shrunk to only about twice the size of earth yet is extraordinarily massive, leading astronomers to conclude that its surface and outer crust consist...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one they call Degree,
halfway convinced that I hallucinated humanity.
For who under their own free will would venture
into this spiraling sameness:
this illustriously-in-debt,...

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Under her guidance, we stood at attention
Like a row of young soldiers, reciting the anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?".. was a warbled contusion,
that could shatter your glasses, disturb other classes
out of tune, out of rhythm, but with avid enthusiasm 
it could rattle the rafters of...

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The music video is more or less a continuation to the poem. So please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying the music and lyrics. 

Another bar unceremoniously has ‘asked’ him to leave
His limits he knows - to stupefy with liquor...

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Written: December 11, 2023
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While drudging impresses to cease,
        Within the ethereal forbearance of night
        And the cosmic...

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The music more or less acts as a sequel to the poem. 
Please click onto the music when cued in the poem and continue enjoying it. 

The Girl
She looks down at her shoes, they’re nice
An extravagant splurge a bit overpriced
Her dress is demure chosen for...

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At the local bar one friday night, we were shootin' pool and getting tight,
Just havin' fun in the neon light, yea, everything was cool, out a sight!
Now I've played pool for years on end, my stick play is cool, sometimes I win,
With 2 balls down,...

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4 days wondered 
and wondered, 

wondered why

for days wandering, 
left far behind  

in that desolate place

the staff shepherding  
the long Lazarus queue 

black sheep
woolen hearts 

woven together
like tight poems huddled

all together, knitting
all the lost together

the rod cued 
hits the ground 

like a lightening...

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My son is getting older, and he just went back to College, the other day.
But he had enjoyed the summer, by adding a new game to his daily play.
He called it Troll Tipping as daily he targeted another, and wore him out.
By dinner, the Troll...

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"Toe Valley Tom will be right back!"  

Cued the Mule Skinner Blues, as I finally took a break from my Bluegrass Show on WTOE, the radio station you could hear across the street--if you were lucky! 

Its a very long story how I took...

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Electrons fulfill their wave equations
Bonding polarities shift their vectors
Giving way for kinase phosphorations
On a channel near neural connectors

Anions build within the cell's walls
So Potassium plays with its mates
Sheltered from large sodium rainfalls
By fat magnesium blocking the gates

A signal could pass and make it rain
From many...

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cue words:

motions
to ebony tuned
rhythms
slicing stolen space
with sable 
circuitous undulations
to lexical intoxications
of syllabic tones
hip cupping
silent scribed screams
of euphoric meters—
hearts jazz bopping
hip hopping 
on tranquil winds
of peace and love:

words cued…...

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Fairy Trees

in my wood 
there are lithesome
trees of delicate winter hue
a grove brings love
and sisterhood into the 
the darker  few.

they dance wild, among storms
cued across the mountains,
touching one another
with thrashing limbs
holding fast their roots
deep within the soil.

summer breezes 
bring lacy crowns
of palest tender green
they...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on hind legs accompanied by warty pouches)
Chorus; pierced only by the...

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