Best Diagrams Poems

Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that says
Thirty-eight and  Never coming home
So I hope it’s not too late to write this poem


After your eighth round of...

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THE CLICHE SUBJECT MATTER
I tried to study you best way I could without weighing my infatuation
And before I knew it I was knee deep in a classless obsession
I added you to my thinking pattern, all your small numbers multiplying themselves
In my head I became a...

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I am teetering at the brim of progress 
The self I spend to be of worth
Is the same self that I had to earn

And to what end? 
I ask,
At what fee?
The ones that stand down do so for free 

And all that’s left is work...

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We've all got a brain, you know
Though it cannot quite be seen
It stays imprisoned within our skulls
To be heard, it's very keen
It often finds it's way outdoors
Through our toothed facial channel.
It plans a detour, when our lenses spot
An approaching academic tunnel

But, what does a brain...

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I was a busy archaeologist, who enjoyed interesting and fulfilling work,
And I was very intrigued, with the ancient sites where mystery lurked. 

My painstaking work caused me to travel, ofttimes to far distant lands,
As golden day weds silken nighttime, with rich, colorful wedding bands.

Having been...

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What's in a Name? 
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The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.

Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet to map their position
And consult the travel plan. The air...

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Let me tell you


Let me tell you one truth
The vastness of infinity is fathom less
But one wonderful matter to win this
Poets' knowledge is beyond case

That is why that their pens ride and run
To catch easily even black hole's speed
No escape from their diagrams
As if universe...

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I'll have my people call your people
Where they can set something up
Make sure they schedule a meeting
So we can get something done

We'll put our heads together
Brain storming like never before
Working off bold charts and diagrams
That we've drawn up on the board

Calling out for coffee and...

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I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much 
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch 
The instructions say if I build it right 
It will make me lean and my stomach tight 
The first step, according to...

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Split Wide Open

The world of God’s miraculous,
 Imbedded deep with creation’s love,
Split wide open
With the lightning of grace
Fragile shells of human bondage
Cannot contain their foolishness,
Nor feathers in the whirlwind
Neither dandelion seeds
Of crystal puffs - dizzy imbedded joy -
Uncontrollable laughter explodes,
On paths of effervescence,
Yearns to burst...

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the feeling is bittersweet
the flux of rapture and melancholy
shadowing each other like the shaded sections in diagrams of spheres and prisms
yet not so obsolete
dashing in like a flash flood
a wild bronco of a storm
it leaves you slightly overwhelmed
like a tree pulled from its roots by...

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DEITY FOR LAITY or THE RELUCTANT ATHEIST

Oh! must we talk of God? Myself I think I’d sooner look
At what I perceive without a preconceived idea, prescription
We could quote the words of others since they’re written in a book
That proclaims that it alone contains the holy...

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little man
lost 
in the real estate
of his mind
not knowing 
the layout
of what
he might find
clouded
by the dust
of his ego’s broom
stirring up memories
from a 
childhood room
no one in the 
morning
strangers 
in the night
who what 
when where
the mantras 
of his fright
fed from 
paltry pantries 
filled
with stale delights
a star...

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