Best Dealer Poems

*Note 
I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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Blindly.. 
I beseech you
for my eyes won’t adjust
to this shaded maze of despair -
neither the lantern’s flame 
nor a compass rose can help me now
in...

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LSD, Ecstasy, Vicodin, Meth; I've done none of these -

not even weed!  My dealer is a muse who pushes poetry.

I get high on rhyme,...

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Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that...

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Truth burns at the center of all occurrance,
it is a heat that motivates appettites to enlarge,
truth is a multiplier of quests, 
satisfaction always arrives at...

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The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue...

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The paintings where discovered in an old barn
The crime of the century
All six paintings masterpieces
All the locals where questioned at length and width
No one had...

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Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.

THE GANGSTER

Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem...

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The last few weeks have been real hard
You see the "dealer of life" deals the cards
As the trials and blessings come and go
It's true we...

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When you wear a dirty shirt,
You're a book getting judged by its cover.
People think you're really poor, or nutty,
Or that you have a menial job.
Or...

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Sometimes the memories won’t fade 
         All the places we have seen
     ...

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OBSERVATION

Every town
I mean town or city
Has one
And it aint pretty
There’s this old, red brick building
Nothin on either side 
No place for a dealer or his...

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"Kevin"

Drug buy,
for one it went good.
Drug buy,
for one it went bad.

You see Kevin,
wore high heeled sneakers.
You see Kevin,
was his junkies' keeper.
 
But one day;
the junkie...

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I am a white owl,
I listen to people’s scowl,
I turn a deaf ear to a drunk’s howl,
I don’t quench my thirst from your water bowl!
I...

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It was a week before my eighteenth birthday;
I was a drug dealer. Hooked also, but with no cares.
From a small town where no one had...

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