Best Drag Out Poems

Darling—
You strung together useless trinkets of imagination,
And pinned me up inside your head. 
With dreams that stalked me across the night,
But were too big to drag out of bed.

You clung to the savior you rashly mistook in me,
Like a lover clings to her dead.
When I...

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We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas,
where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries.
Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side.
Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to abide.

Seems that politics and power can infiltrate a settled mind;
dig...

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Time has come 
For me to put paper to pen,
Or is it pen to paper?
If I put paper to pen
Is it on top or down below?
If I put pen to paper
Which direction does it go?

I opt for the one 
Where I sit down to write,
Not...

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Every time she sees him all she can see is pain.
Over something she would love to have,
but could never gain.
She could be happy,
but only for a short time.
It never takes long with her for someone to cross the line.
Between happiness and revenge,
between love and hate.
She...

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I was waiting at the bus stop, for the number nine to take me uptown,
that’s when I saw her in the park, sitting crossed-legged on the ground.
The sun reflected in her golden hair, her lips were blazing cherry red,
strumming an old guitar, a ring of...

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Rubbing boys shoulders with sunburn oil. The sun smiles at the pain, the brush of fingers against raw flesh. But like a war wound, those boys be proud. Offer them a salve and they scoff, don’t need that stuff. Head back to the beach. Nudge...

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When I imagined what it would
be like to be a writer, 
I saw myself hunched over a 
typewriter with bourbon on the
rocks sweating a ring onto my desk. 

I could smell the ink on my fingers 
and feel the burn of alcohol in my gut
and...

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There can be tossing and turning and a sleepless night...
Just mentally preparing for the next days fight.

But we love these kids what more can I say...
Life as a teacher provides an interesting day.

There is spitting and cursing and yelling too...
There is pure terror in the...

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What is Christmas about anyway?
What does it all mean this happy holiday?
Some guy up North is laughing at us,
Ho Ho Ho!
Oh by jingle, bring out old Chris Kringle,
To light up every lawn on the block.
Put aside those Christmas blues,
Instead lets decorate,
 Keeping our spirits lite,
With...

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Each year when the summer is nigh
I drag out my planters and buy
     Some flowers to plant
     But somehow I can't
Make them grow, though I really do try.

I gently tamp down all the soil.
With watering, I am...

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DRY THOUGHTS

blue mists drag out lakes
packs of past wolves
provide evidence
pointing to
double suicide

that never gets restored 
entirely
ladders and paintpots
crawl through present
hardware

nailed to the edifice
of yesteryear
the termites
fail to notice
that I was their
flowerpot



© Kim van Breda—6 October 2015...

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I feel like I am bleeding on the inside.
I can’t drive down the highway without my thoughts replaying your words.
How dare you assume I would wander away,
So you wandered away in a preemptive strike.
You killed us
And dumped me into the ‘friend zone’.
“I miss you,” I...

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THE LAW OF EVERYTHING & THE POWER OF INFLUENCE


Changing the world for a better ever more

A higher state of being, to become, to adore

Conscious awareness guides you to reality

A vision of truth, with harmonious clarity

Time speeding up

The next level of our evolution

Become the change you...

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one moment at a time
two seconds pass by
three thoughts in my head
four times I click my pen
five minuites drag out
six carpet panels
seven. sounds like heaven
eight, not hungry but thank you
nine,  what is the time?
ten musles twitching
eleven beats pulsing in my head
twelve voices haunting me
thirteen...

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in every serious human idea 
 presented to the world as an engagement with it
 there is an unavoidable lacking in meaning
 which becomes left behind in the womb
        like a stillborn freak of words 
 sticking in...

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