Best Due South Poems

In the midst of a forty-five degree silicate sea
Winds carry arid mists
Blinding unprotected eyes
Burying the unsuspecting
Hard waves break on the dunes
Precipitating salty tears with cruel irony
Feet, firmly rooted
Skin, steadfast in the unrelenting midday sun
Arms, outstretched
Right hand, due south
Fingers, arrayed, elements, antennae
Left balances right
Body rotates, slowly
Shoulders
Hips
Balls...

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tree frogs are singing
to orange-black tinted clouds
against purple sky

set in the foreground
an A-Frame rooftop peeks out
between long-leaf pines

further off due south
thunder still rumbles and rolls
threatening the peace

a single raindrop
draining from the carport roof
tickles down my nose

the sight and the sound
of the eternal present
in the perfect...

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i battled the urge for years . i can no more .
i have never been much of a morning person . recent
engagements have left me bruised , worn out and sore.
the good in me...gone . i brand myself , no longer decent .

it began one...

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On the celestial equator she sits.
     A splendor to the zodiacal constellation, she is due south.
As starry as he can be,  Ursa Major (The Big Dipper) is 
     her neighbor.
As her picture unfolds, a spike of...

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Even in darkness, I see the four walls
Resentment North while sadness due South
West something lost East pays the cost
Now there is nothing I see
She had left haunted life
Gasping for last breath
Then the ceiling
Headstone tomb
Sacrificed
Life...

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I am woman, hear me cry
With bloodcurdling screams as I slowly die
Pulled down into sadness, I travel due south
With no hopeful words to spew from my mouth
Buried deep within my shell
I torture myself within my own hell
Of self-loathing deeds, I wilt before I bloom
Fading away...

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Off Terra Firma sixteen weeks now.
My legs take roots; my eyes become infinite.
Past the Tropic of Cancer, the Lesser Antilles. 
Talk of brown skinned girls, Purple Clouds of Magellan. 
The Southern Cross peeking above the horizon at 18N°.

Those first few nights I stared at the...

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Group Think

Salute the troops
Salute the flag
Flag this poem
Flag the ragtag
Ragtag cities
Ragtag people
People don’t think
People are sheeple
Sheeple herds
Sheeple follow like birds
Birds that flock together
Birds flyin due south due to weather
Weather that's nice
Weather that's bad
Bad things happen
Bad to follow fads
Fads will make you suspect
Fads will make you...

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Like I said right before 
you came
5 week's would come
and go

One day we would be happily patiently 
eagerly awaiting your arrival
And seemingly the very next day 
driving you back and waving you 
a sad farewell and goodbye 

But id rather that as much as it...

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My throat feels scratchy
I'm irritable and edgy
Coming down with the flu
Trying to go for success 
I'm still pending
Reaching out to you oh Lord
Please don't make your ears too heavy
I'm ready to repent as my levy
I'm turning down the intensity
I need to proceed with caution
Too much...

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A Dance In Del Rio


He poured the sand out of his boots
An' struck a trail due South
Searchin' for a brown eyed gal with
A pouty little mouth

He'd met her down in Del Rio
While makin' up this herd
They had a long conversation
But never spoke a word

It was...

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It kills me to see you so heart-less
Here, take mine; to me, it is useless

... Perfectly scienced, just for you
We watched as yours grew wings and flew
Due south, but can't escape the winter
We tried to mend the crimson splinters
But no amount of love or glue
Will...

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Oh my Grandpa dear-he had just one big beer.                                    ...

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The brown lawn may not be an eye catcher or head turner,
but a Rose of Sharon tree, reminding me of the Middle East

and the Holy Land, grows quietly and slowly in my back yard,
sandwiched by two varieties of plum trees.  To the east of...

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Speaking Spanish wasn't easy for a gringo like me, but I had no choice. I was playin' cards and drinkin' Mezcal at a nowhere bar in El Paso. I didn't have any money in my pockets but I was bluffing to win, I lost. I...

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