Best Fine Tune Poems

POINTING TO THE PROBLEMS 
  {Bivouacs}

Beat down with legal fees
Tied up with taxes;
Tripped up with mortgages;
Ripped off with student loans
Insulted with insurance
Telephone updates.

Out of...

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Music of Love

On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved...

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Poetic lines
plucked out of the universe of creativity
a structure perhaps in place.

The poet's mind
a receptor
like a television receiving radio waves.

A message and a form emerges...

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Dear 2024,

I hope this poetic vow 
wouldn’t be shunned,
as I block negativity 
from my phone, 
like my bitter exes.

And forgive my sense
of humor that 
resembles...

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I gaze beyond 
the sky of sapphires,
waiting for a
spark of sailing light,
listening to 
the balmy breeze~
they kiss the 
rays of silver,
with tales of 
my eclipsed...

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Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle 
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.

Singing as...

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Smooth Elevator Operator
I truly am a smooth operator 
When I let one loose in the elevator
If it’s only me there my air blows free
Have got...

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Suffering through the pangs of writer's block
 A blank page awaits my poetic ink
 Like a rose waiting to bloom
 The words will become the...

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I Swear A Sincere Oath Each Arriving New Morn

Amidst wreckage and sorrows dwelling deep
I fight to beautiful memories keep
To break dark that threatens to engulf...

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“Now behind the eyes and secrets of the dreamers in the streets rocked to sleep by the sea, see the titbits and topsyturvies, bobs and...

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Altered, boisterous, confounded, disruptive, energetic, fine-tune, growing.
Hyper, inquisitive, jokesters kindling love, mystified. 
Nervously obsessive, pubescences question radical substance, surprising.
Teasing, uncontrollably visiting wild, xanadu youthful zest....

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Some say the scientific method
                              Is the ultimate algorithm and others
                              Prefer prayer.

For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbols, in the same way that...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue...

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Someone on the subway’s playing a butt tuba,
whoever this boob is, his flagellant notes stink.
And when some, borrow or rob, panhandler gets off,
I fine-tune my...

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The Vice I Love


'Round three in the morning I wake
to see that it's time for my break.
I hardly can wait
to keep my sweet date-
I bounce...

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