Best Grown Poems

For Kyle, My Darling Son

When four, I knew my soul had claustrophobia in it.
More than once it has caused me public panic fits. 
Once, I declined a job located in a super high rise
for fear it would sway or rock me to an awful demise.
As...

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                                         Little Man Grown
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Grown men today will always complain
About how much their paid a wage
When the same men in their lane are paid
At the same rate but dont say anyway....

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"Asparagus Full Grown"

Now it had been said again & again...
By those who sailed way away back then when~
Whot ayre aloft shall always come down~
So's may be seen in the streets of some town!

'Twas such to be true we shall find out~
'Twas such to be naught...

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As I've grown older, I've found,
that my body has gotten more round,
as I try it,
another new diet,
I always add another pound....

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Behind the rigid curve of my forehead
a flower has grown. 
Petals are blooming beneath the bone. 

My days, my pains, and all my love
are tucked inside the folds.
Pink and white and gray, and contained.  

Fed by the light that fills my eyes. 
Fed by...

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A Soul grown cold repenting for the lies to come,
lays cast in addiction laced stains of anguished fantasies.
With a tortured logic knowing the only way out is further in,
the Beast awaits its dawn, waking only to be fed again.
A circle that never arcs, scheming to...

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The sky's slate gray
   It's rained all day
Though children can't go out
   They don't sit around and pout

Kids paint, they draw
   They learn to cook
Curl up with their favorite book

So, if ever rain dampens your grown-up mood
  ...

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There's a sound in the silence you cannot hear
That reaches your soul and erases the fear
There's a sound in volume of music to dry tears
After the song is done that everyone hears
And when that last bit of strength disappears,
A new seed is grown and a...

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I can sing you a lullaby that could comatose an insomniac
Like the landing of a butterfly a rose would welcome this contact
My voice sprinkles her with relaxation the sandman could'nt match
Her eyes twinkle with admiration like birds when their eggs hatch

The soft aroma of vanilla...

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As
the days
move forward
Winter slowly
dies
and
from its'
ashes grow
the blossoms of
Spring...

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Hand Grown In Thyme.

On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak,
In bearded wood and clove
I hidey in this Mutton cloth
That strangles like a choke.

Lampooned upon this Ferris wheel,
A chuckle for a hoot.
I swung with empty boxing glove
And knocked a joke aboot.

I thank you from my Uncles chin
And...

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My hands were busy through the day I didn't have much time to play the little games you asked me to, I didn't have much time for you. I'd wash your clothes and your hair, then I'd sew and cook with a care, but when...

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In the end, we were there-not there,
two present absentees 
sharing an apartment vacated by a relationship 
and the worst kind of loneliness -- feeling solitary next to someone --
partners in the crime of abetting mutual misery,
though neither of us can really be linked 
to the...

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Over the weekend our two youngest grandchildren came to our house to stay
(the two older ones no longer live at home and their parents were away).

We laughed, we ate, we walked, we danced
they played on our computer in between
and we noticed, after we returned them...

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