Best Generational Poems

my closure not worth
      opening denial's door
 
       rest in peace at last




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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I...

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I
ask
you to
mind our
earth, heed
our existence
upon it, care for
 our lives and all that
will occur if we cannot
consider beyond ourselves, 
if we are guided by uncertainty,
when...

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medallion dreams now turned to grey,
wild flower scented sheets once laid
on the line held with clothesline wood pins,
now all I can do is hang on...

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How many emotional tears have we so cried, us the unperfected,
The Barbie generational rejected, or Ken doll unrealistic Idol worship.
Cursed by society’s vision of ultimate...

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Finding the plot

Of lost innocence
engrained in untold memories

The silenced absence 
in past present unspoken
stories well hidden
and therefore evoking
my past and my future
not mine and mine

Quite...

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The wind is crisp when clouds cover the 
sun, what passes for warm when clouds 
disappear.

Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full
bare-branched display, before...

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Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health...

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Living among dead corpses
My creativity becomes stagnate
As I surround myself with
Dreamless adults never realizing
Their full potential in life
Witnessing generational leeches
Attacking the mind, soul and legacy
Of...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to...

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If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in...

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It was Sunday 'round noon when I strolled,
through a garden and upon my own.
Touched by the sadness of knowing,
I should not be walking alone.

I see...

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Communities are built on pioneer toil and generational links,
with building, road and railway, applied to how a council thinks.
There’s sporting ties and country hall, to...

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~they embraced in their dalliance~
her appetency held a depth so deep he just couldn’t 
resist placing his hands around her barren waste
(she reaches for him...

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Communities are built on pioneer toil and generational links,
with building, road and railway, applied to how a council thinks.
There’s sporting ties and country hall, to...

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