Best Dreg Poems

I _ 
have been thinking and pondering my life so far
     as I meander back to sad places and faces 
the...

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      . . . I am lost in a sea of memories
that scar the roadmap to my soul
and my words-...

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      . . . I am lost in a sea of memories
that scar the roadmap of my bleeding soul;
my...

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A New poetry form invented by Aggie in Malaysia. She named it Chinky - My first try, and not a very good one. My gerund...

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A sodden dreg with wooden leg is dancing for a dime,

to sacred psalms and other balms, all ticking with the time.

He’s 22, he’s almost through,...

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Through tinted glass, I see cars have lined up outside, like a java-thirsty snake who waits to strike at the employee working the drive-through window.
I...

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Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset, 

Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness, 
Dearth to darn the clout concord. 

Orness...

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Mother taught me to not kill,
Her holy book forbids it.
Written somewhere in its many pages is
"Killing is the wickedest biblical sin."
My mind holds me prisoner,
A...

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Dancing to Sisqo 
like a dad at a disco
that ain’t the diss though
you’re a straight up pissed ho
handbag on the dance floor 
where your sandbag...

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I see him on days
As I walk from school
Weighted with books + facts + insecurities
Feet moving to the rhythms in my head
A thousand songs
Illustrating the...

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Do Have Hillary Doll

Bernie has been in Congress many years
And can't find him because he disappears
If memory serves me right when I look back
How can...

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Destiny about to catch up,
Time clemently limited,
Kisses of power flowing outside a cup,
Feelings of Darling perforated, 
Give me a catapult to smash the ancient serpent,
Noah's...

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Sitting here thinking, 
while I’m holding my own,
I’m wondering how so many big heads
 fit into a pontifical cone?

Riding in a chair of gold leaf,...

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Maybe i should become a toad,
And lurk in the british embassy.
Among the chairs and heart-broken files,
Sitting on millions of deflowered flies.
Then when they're boarding the...

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EMERALD LAKE

I believe you want to wade in clear blue water,
But the Yukon presents a treetop view,
Of a lovely lake, emerald son, not daughter.
I was...

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