Best Encumbered Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the...

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Spiritual law of attraction: one can only receive by giving. One has to become love, if to know love for reception. What we hold in...

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I’ve been told, I deserve so much,
for the work I've done, for the lives I touch.

I would like to say, my dear friend,
what I deserve,...

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Torn and Tattered Wings

It’s not easy to have seen
All the darkness inside you
Places I have been
Sorrow and degrading
Thrusting their blades epithetize 
Hard into your heart

I...

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As I watch her from across the open squares way ~

Beneath this black and white zebrad umbrellas, curtain and stage....

Navigating, throughout the hurried animated crowds

While...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                  ...

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breakfast with the mafia
an early burbs Thursday
we watch them through the window
trying to figure out what they're saying
 
eating their new york bagels
while they plan...

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A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’...

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Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.

Does my taste for men...

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Tears may trickle down my face
whenever encumbered by life’s trials.
Comfort comes from a friend who can’t be replaced.
Even though we’re separated by many miles,
Sandra has...

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Disheveled hair, wiry and gray
 an old lady hovered past my house each day.
I ignored her when she passed by
 wondering what possessed her as...

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Vase Dream - c'est la vie 

White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie 
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything
In an...

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When I said what I said I felt justified
I thought surely that God would be on my side
Quoting from scripture I relied on the word
A...

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End Game


Daylight, collected by ancient violins
Breaks a cadaverous rhythm 
From dreams of a crashing heart
And all encumbered the features of its crag
Rages pitiful

It is a...

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Encumbered soft with sorrow’s ghost
      Alone among the torpid souls 
   A shadow grows at evening’s host
 ...

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