Best Curb Poems

I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
     ...

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This poem was a forest fire; it burned me up as I read it
I was supposedly the writer. 
But was I?

Voices inside me are laughing,...

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December 2017

Extremely high winds are forecast due to an influx of sprouts over Christmas . My New Year’s resolution to avoid chocolate is not the...

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He was skipping along, swinging his arms and laughing
At what I don't know.
His grandmother, lagging a few steps behind, was laughing at him I suppose.
And...

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Tribute to Winged Warrior

Oh what majestic beauty,
has been trampled,
trampled to death by a vicious enemy
Oh what misery is ours, 
we who are left behind
in ...

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My dream home, is far from being a perfect place 
the garden is full of weeds and it has no grace
Curb appeal in fact it’s...

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Twas the night before Christmas and all were in need
    as we waited for Santa who had promised us Weed.
Our parents were...

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Sharing my translation of a famous poem (Sadharan Meye) written by Rabindranath Tagore, who won Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. It's one of his...

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Woo the woman
Love the lady
Mellow the maiden
Manage the maid
Garnish the girl
Dazzle the damsel
Bar the bimbo
Latch the lass
Silence the siren
Moor the mermaid
Net the nymph
Madden the madam
Tame...

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One Texan day, a man close to his prime,
sat down on a curb beside a tree.
It was an empty street; there was no crime
nor danger...

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Today,
I love you.
Today,  
I hate you.  
This week,  
I love you,  
This week,  
I hate you.  
Can this go...

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I walked with ease
a comfortable moment after sunset,
I wore clean, comfortable skin
and comfortable, casual attire.
Past glowing shopfronts
on clean, wide pavements,
warm evening slowly darkened,
a good time...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt,...

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Don't blow fake smoke
                     ...

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If I do this then this will happen.
That's the way it goes.
Though why some fail to learn this,
The Good Lord only knows.

Some people fail to...

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