Best Garages Poems

Mom’s Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas
Downtown stores they were packed
Shoppers looking for deals
Bargains bound to attract.

My mother navigated crowded streets with care
She put...

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Connie was a cheerleader
bright white toothed smile
bouncing boobs
short skirt legs running long
through school boy fantasies
friday nights her stage
crisp November air her makeup

Robert was a loner
a...

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Look at you haven't you done well

With your custom built library office which smells if rich mahogany and many leather bound book's

Isn't it amazing what...

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Above the clouds, beyond the tree she stays.
Remaining thus, the moon is chaste for now,
Allowing not her well-worn face to show
The many scars belying better...

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A walk to school out of the backdoor, through the homemade back gate, through a narrow alley,
Cars parked on the curb, guarded by paraffin lamps,...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
...

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The wind dies down
People peek out their windows
To see the damage done
And damage has been done indeed
Branches strewn everywhere
Small fires
Power lines knocked down
Leaves and petals...

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A semi baked semi colon is neither a seminar nor a seminary session. It is in fact the whirr of wheels from the large overweight...

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I often talk about the biggest scare, that I have ever had,
Thinking back I have to say, I acted bloody mad,
And it didn’t get much...

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If you would only look out, 
you would see the star-studded sky and a 
swooning sickle moon, and down below 
a fleet of quiet snails...

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if you have lived to see either
side of 30, you have been
offered a fruitcake---
it might have been round these
“holiday” times, when people
celebrate their fictional characters
that...

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My fellow countrymen, the President, Politicians, and pulpiteers                 ...

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Telepathic Music

Drip-drop, drip-drop
On the the tin roof 
Above our rustic garages
We sat on our couches
Silently gazing at the sloping lawns
Overlooking the rivulet
Warming our hands
On our...

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It’s the year 4000 and chef Shapid Gu uses her Mac to create images of meals to enable customers to magically produce them right in...

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Outside my kitchen window stands a single hopeful tree
Such beauty in the ghetto is a saving grace for me
In the spring at night it’s silver...

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