Best Ducts Poems

Tears no longer come, 
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.

... but only to feel

Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet...

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Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades...

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Tears no longer come, 
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.

... but only to feel

Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet...

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Our hearts were a veritable slow dance

And I didn’t have to put my baby
In the corner

Our retinas
became diamond forged binds
In serenity’s lock

Dipping
Your tear ducts within...

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I 

I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair 
with her sage sense of humor, dull and non-existent 
Seemed positively, 
metallic, blessed with...

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I'm Just Getting Started

I'm just getting started, though I'm not in control,
But I am all dressed and indubitably, very well-composed,
virtuously loved by many, with honored...

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One day out.
Still crying to sleep,
All because I’m missing you,
And your gaze.
I’m entranced by you.
My mind whirls about your face,
And you’re not even around.
The smallest...

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Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.

Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the...

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Lost in Youth

Rainbows in the clouds, walking on  railroad tracks , locomotives up close 
Kickball games , I am left footed, spooky reflections in...

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The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend...

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I've have never 
experienced that bubbly love 
that everyone apparently has... 
Stolen kisses, 
"say cheese" camera flash,
"no you hang up first" phone 
calls...
"I can't stop...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over...

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SWILL

The sadness epoch has never exist.
Life is just full of inadequacies.
I know that many may disagree.
Insofar as humanity is perilous and iniquity, we must never...

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M	eandering through a maze of feelings
Y	ou wash,cleansing as you sweep them afar


T 	raveling through the ducts you come cascading
E	ach crystalline drop glistening and warm
A	llowing release...

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What life means to me
Just look around and see

It sure isn't just about existing
For many don't have such
This saddening view, viewing
Typical mans atrocity

Seeing saddening limpless...

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