Best Drop Back Poems

she leans back and points bare toes at clouds
chains creak their rhythmic squeak, hypnotic loud
taken aback, her hair sails slipstream flung
downstream freedom for a moment...

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I feel like Afghanistan
All the friends who helped me through my depression 
Have left
I want to leave this body I call home
Rather than wage war...

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All Chevy drivers are dangerous; they cannot drive.
I search for a few minutes, finding the Chevy emblem.
Watch stealthily, sure enough he cuts in front of...

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Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick...

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Morning sun rise up
Coffee in a cup
New leaves from the branches of trees
Cold air passing by me, I embrace
 
Clear like a blue sky
My face...

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A long spine of asphalt, sizzling black
The macka back cart rumbling
On the morning nerve, herring sprat
Is high life some days in this place
Across the street...

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The Rainbow of Truth, of which we are part,
burst  from invisible Unity’s heart.
We whirl into Life as visible light,
then drop back through Death into...

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Everyday i walk through the open desert called life,
crawling and stumbling trying to survive this world at night.

Protecting my eyes from the sandstorms may be...

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The fearful waves of life be rude, 
The strongest winds of armies rage, 
Yet still I find myself at ease,
For, have I with me, Holy,...

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The candle light flickers for no reason
even when shielded from stray puffs of wind.
It is an internal thing, rhythm within its being,
a vibrato in its...

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SHOT AT…
Yes I went shooting with some city fellows to the Moonie
We got a place to shoot that had the wild pigs
So we are walking...

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She was nine,
her sister
older.
He was a big 
thirty-five 
mean drunk 
coming down 
from Saturday night,
slicked-back 
black hair, 
Hawaiian shirt, 
dark
wolverine 
eyes. 
He hit her arm
hard,
uttered...

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days like today endlessly spiral
and circle back to the hopeless tomorrow.
get lost in the anxious, just sink down with me
don't move until this feeling leaves.
got...

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Beneath the endless waves lays a body
Piscine and bow-legged; felt from miles away
Next to it, I sit
Lungs half-full, dappled sunlight caressing me

An abyssal peace shared...

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Gus didn't have the original pointer that came 
with the Ouija, so he used an extra Indian feather, 
since it came from a real Indian,...

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