Best Dotted Poems

We met thirteen years ago this fateful day,

I heard and saw, I could never have known what I would learn and see across the port that day...

How true the words become...
The evil that men do.

 I climbed the pile walking in heat,
 smell of cooked...

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The Dotted Line

 

Americans today don’t know their way,

But that’s with one exception.

The folks that sign that dotted line,

And pledge without deception.

To serve their country faithfully,

And protect us all from those,

Who’d do us harm, who’d bring us down,

Both foreign and domestic foes.

These veterans all deserve...

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Oh, I’m nothing but a red polka-dotted pug. 
I’m silly and smug and my name is Mug.
      I need to see the Wiz to remove these dots, 
I don’t care of he has to peel, pull and tug,
  ...

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Can't keep refusing it's on the hands of you
Is this the haunting image of hell I view?
So, to care or plead for my discreet silence 
Weak hands are calling to you for guidance 
Praying to get help for feelings that permeate
Like watching, hurting, rolled down...

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When you get to the king’s palace
My brother
Whenever you get the chance to sit and dine with the king
Do not raise your shoulders so high,
So high above the level of your head
Do not ask him for too many favors
Do not stir up old quarrels
Never should...

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It was raining and so great to play,
outside-  though the blue sky was gray.
Oh, an adventure to embark,
to run and fly like a skylark!
But, my sister blocked the doorway.

So, I thought up a getaway,
quiet, I tiptoed on the parquet.
Dotted 'brella and me to...

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Sign on the dotted line
You'll be just fine
There goes your life
There goes your wife
Twenty more years
Many more tears 
There goes all my pay
Wallets running on empty today
Can't afford to play
Once was a free man understand
Now your standing in quicksand 
Which way is up or down
Its...

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Well, do I dot my t's 
     and cross my i's
   No, I think I dot my p's
     and cross my c's ...

   I just can't remember
     so I'll...

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i’ve known individuals who never

signed the dotted line---

they never took the $20,000 sign up bonus

&

they never pretended,

lying to themselves beforehand,

that when they were

enlisted,

that it would somehow be “peace time,”

whatever that means. 

 

i’ve known folks who have worked at a

gas station for years to pay...

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I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom 
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my electric blanket and go to sleep

wake up wondering if it...

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And I drew a dotted line
Down my heart in graphite
One half for me
The other for the stars at night
And every drop in the sea
Because I couldn't give it to a person
(They always leave)
So if I gave it to the world
All the stormy clouds in the...

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I wait for a sign
standing in this valley
my mind circling back to you

visions that I see
tall saguaros
mountains surrounding
warm sun 
blue sky
me and you

the path we walked
side by side
has weeds pushing up
through the dotted lines...

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In the silky night, dotted with mystery,
Where the moon's thread weaves shadows on the paths,
The heart, a thin garment, a flash in the ether,
Listens as the time from the hourglass seeps away,
And its rhythm, a song from the depths, beats within me
Like an echo of...

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The polka dotted tit mouse was not tame.
She did not like faeries, it was her claim.
She loved dogs, had a female great dame.
Serendipity was her doggie’s name.
Polka dotted tit mouse had one big aim.
A pyromaniac, she loved a flame.
Burned a forest but never took the...

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State of Being

       (written for Mike Eslinger)

The herons fly overhead,
Flapping past, swooning cclouds,
Scaring cats, who
Along with their feline cousins

Don’t realize they aren’t the be all end all
At all.  Stop bothering to sit so aloof.
Lick your paws and listen:...

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