Best Disqualified Poems

Lemons,
their squeezed
juice
that trickles
down
the chin,
and slides
through
the fingers,
is the
sunlight 
that
warms
an
April
eve'
for
the first
time
since 
the previous
April.

Lemon-
drops
are
sweet,
and you
want
to 
just look
at 
their 
sunny 
sugariness,
hold one 
like 
a little 
jewelry bead-
and 
in
your
mouth 
every suck- 
one 
after 
the other 
like you 
string the beads-
one 
after 
the other 
on 
a 
long 
thin 
string 
the color...

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I know I told you to step forward
You know you'd acted Today's Coward,
Your right cheek scratching then moved backwards,
For my command plain bleak eyes upwards,
Still,you long to be Green Scene's Steward,
Come service with plans to drive onward...

You seem not he who'd keep smiles broad
With piled-high...

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