Best Degrees Poems

The screen door slams behind me
As I rush out into the blinding sunlight
Wondering where my big brother is hiding
I better get to the pool before he finds me
And throws me into the ice cold water
That flows daily into the pool
From the cold mountain streams
Of the...

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Where to? Just to walk?
Dressed in long garment like ghost?
A question mark in purse… gold!?

She preferred a walk!
Missed her crooked edgy boat!
Just went to walk down the road…

Looking at picture
In the hands of the painter
Van Gogh’s mystery nurtured

He drew her prayer…
In her purse she did...

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Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity.
Rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.
Hours burn so slowly,
like embers refusing to ebb,
reminiscences stutter
and fade, no...

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September I gazed outside with unease
When I heard it will fall in the sixties.
Then dad said we’ll soon be losing degrees;
To me these things sounded like tragedies.

Why do we have say bye to degrees?
I never knew they were our enemies.
Tell me the truth ‘cause I...

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HEAT BY DEGREES  (a semi erotic poem)

Feathered shivering fingertips   
give way to erotic heat by degrees,
the hot-cool beat of lovers in cadence.

If, when on this journey of perplexing events
one learns about love's secret itinerary, 
it would be wise to remember,
passion invites, the...

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Date:   April   2026

The 1st degree is unknown 

Damian and Polly had planned
The trip to the Copy Cat Club
For weeks with Dolly and Molly
The club was popping when
They hit the scene.
The DJ was on point with
Hip hop and slow love songs.
Damian and...

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Aching OA and RSI.
(not to mention RSSI,
an understudy in CTE)
The ever dependable SAD.
Add the ADD to the PTSD,
the monthly dose of PMS
and the occasional case of RLS.
Not to be forgotten 
is the Great TBI.
Yes!
Working on a Doctorate of Life I am....

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Holy Crap, going to be fifty degrees today
Can't believe it, something is out of whack, I say
The buds are stirring
Warm winds are whirring
Quite delusional, maybe bumped my head in the night, eh...

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First Degree
Then Position
Followed by a split/decision
English teacher,   bent on fiction
And proponent of proper diction

Second Degree
Master in Education
No time for any vacation
Exemplary professor of nation 
Specializing in sentence formation

Third Degree
Doctor of Fine Arts
Emphasizing music’s charms 
Especially Bach and Brahms
Lullaby, sonatas and songs...

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pizza and beer, hot summer breezes
marinara flavor, and melted cheeses
sourdough knows how to navigate my soul
pizza pie is my food goddess idol
soft with a hint of warmth, freshness absorbed
one bite and oh lord, a believer is born
out the oven, 510 degrees, cut on the stone
save...

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The story of my unique biosystem
goes back,
as does yours,
through six degrees of separation,
each with its own dominant culture,
tincture,
color,
taste and feel.

Feedback loops began with rainbows
and tidal streams ebbing and flowing
and lunar
and solar cycles.

Looping back in spirals
of ecosystemic revolutions
in WinWin fractals and octaves,
of resilient color
and resonant sound,
despite...

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Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity,
rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.

Hours slip by slowly,
embers gradually dying,
reminiscences stutter and fade, 
no lasting...

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Concerned Christian environmentalists truthfully believe God created the life forms inside the oceans, lakes and seas.  He left mankind a legacy,  he was suppose to be responsible for these marine life species. It is of utmost importance people listen to dedicated groups such...

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Is it more insane
to long to grow away from prisons
than to feel we still belong imprisoned?

Are we already prisoners,
lacking images for liberties
and co-arising responsibilities,
of a re-embodied god?

Are we divine authorities
to remake humanity
in our own god and goddess incarnations
free of body limiting imaginations?

Could we imagine
a YHWH...

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So you've been around the world and
Have university degrees and
Married
With lots of trophies?

With all you have-
You should be ashamed
Throughout your life-
No wisdom you have gained?

So this is your worth and
this is your cost
today you have everything
so tomorrow- will be lost.

I lay here scribbling words
Feeling guilty...

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