Best Curated Poems

To my daughter who never listens.

Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four...

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A dead man’s boat
rowed itself from isle to isle,
dragging its dead man in its wake,
partially submerged, their tether tenuous,
yet somehow never broken.
Past The Isle Of...

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Looking intp the vast algorithmic wilderness we begin our  search for truth...

For in this chaos of digital existence for we navigate 
the maze of...

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Unseen but ubiquitous,
Savage and surreal,
If not curated but contagious,
Annihilative and aerial,

Then lurking, now loose,
You are the silent stone sepulchre,
Tangling, tormenting; transient truce,
An asphyxiating, aggravating and...

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Sometimes you see something beautiful
Today it was raindrops on a bin
All lined up, sharing a space with a web
So on the way to school we...

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H      O      P      E

“Hopeless,” they mocked her in school —
Oakiness...

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Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook...

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A young girl’s voice / lost in the data / cries out
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela... her words soft and low murmurs...
"This world is yours......

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"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the...

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If you stare at the sun long enough,

your eyes will become the desert 

they’ve always failed to see;

Just beyond the limits of their

perception. Empty, dry...

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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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As a child, I was never bored
I spent hours gawking
going through my mother's
home decorating magazines
seeing things I'd never seen
that we could never afford

So full of...

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Social media  helps us all connect
as slowly we all lose the skill to relate.
We have  a  hundred     ...

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Her soul bereft
Blank her stare
Her silence deaf
Nothing to share

The wounds inflicted
The petals withered
Emotions, riddled, conflicted

Hazy pale moon
Inside her head 
The open wound
False promise made
No more...

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