Best Derelicts Poems

"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"

Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant 
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for outcasts such as Wednesday
Revenge for brother, brings on her sinister...

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Let someone's light shine everywhere,
darkness must not prevail when hope becomes
the candle that flickers waiting to die,
but somewhere a rising voice sings 
and makes pretty roses bloom and butterflies fly:
come out of your hiding and dare
to defy anyone who doesn't care! 

Like most of us,...

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They've tossed their souls away
again
harlots for a vote
they've fingered the race card
the rapist card
the Russian card
the Ukraine card
now they're playing mahjong 
with a virus.
Muzzling our freedoms and rights
placing plastic tiles in our minds
when this latest fallacy fails 
they'll boomerang (black) 
to the race card again.

They're...

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The chord wrapped around his neck
As he was unwilling to pay the penalty of the law
Why should he bow his knee to derelicts
When he had preached against the sin of the fall

She came in looking all cute and coy
She's a girl, I'm a boy...a very...

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IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA 
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, 
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, 
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, 	SHRINKS, COLONEL 
CLINKS, BOSSES, CO-WORKERS, EMPLOYEES,VENDORS, SUPPLIERS, 
SALESMEN, ACCOUNT REPS/EXCS, ACCOUNTANTS, BROKERS, CO-BROKERS, 
HACKERS,...

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Ego between stints -
narcissistic derelicts
scope the classifieds.
Vanity cracks masked mirrors -
Arrogance need not apply....

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Robin Hood


The Boys from the Hood are always hard...Robin laughs in mockery,
  for he is the thief among thieves, swift, hard, so intelligently...
   A lifestyle for most buried in the Hood, 23 square blocks of misery,
    but not for...

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Makes me chuckle when I hear folks talking about living rough; heck some of them think that not having HD3D is living rough! Well, let me tell you a little story about a young fellow I know who truly lived rough

He's a good young fellow,...

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‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to...

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Who could have known of their watch
Who could have told of their suspicion
Who could have told
That they were the harbingers
To my resurrection?

Me, I sat there
Plummeted 
Engrossed in my ingratitude
Occasionally
Languishing
Betraying the illusion

And I remember, too,
Lingering in the thirsty 
Emptiness
Mummified
Entwined in my solitude.

Sometimes
Before the Eolithic era
Which refracted...

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BAG-LADY IN THE PORTRAIT GALLERY

In all my failed moments of ambitious grace,
The truth, swarth-headed, lifts its greenest shape
To madly light the curls of whitest lace
Edging your throat, and redeem the nape

Where a brown knob burnishes the bone.
Such well-bred tenants of the proudest hock
Like ancient grandees,...

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He betake himself to his room
Does a clear blue sky betokening a bright day?
His motivating memory needs to retrace the day,
The reverberating revival and the doom.
In the boulevard, sloppy and slippery
Derelicts yet living on the streets
Where are the members of the expedition?
Buster! Prominent players on...

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When I first found the silver strands, I felt a jab of fear.
Would ugly age spots follow soon, wrinkles and failing ear?

My dark locks were my pride and joy.  I didn't want to lose them.
I glared at offending silver strands, with no thought to...

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(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")

There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in a megastore

There’s a child that I know
who goes to school...

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Hi biscuit, you’re mighty and cute
So acute in hearing that I’m spearing fruit
Perhaps you didn’t know, I’ve lived in the South…too.
Entertained a name in the halls of high school
I thought it was cool, even back then
We were Rebels

Trivial this trivia of mine
Confuses many versed in...

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