Best Halloo Poems

Topography Lesson 
Geography, I was good at it in school but somehow I missed San Marino. 
I vaguely remember a movie with some lady star...

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Love Sonnet 
This afternoon at the local grocer I had bought a bottle of beer
 and a tin of tuna fish and I meet the...

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Washing Machine 
There was a time I always went home, by road rail, flight or by bus 
I always got there and still do. Even...

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Uprooted

Roots and searching for answers
Tiny boxes music dancers
Small, petite, and slowly climbing
Slowly songs release, forever winding
Absent end one dive from death
And snow falls with releasing...

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Surgery 
I sat on the bed in the hospital bed, dressed in a new pajama-
shiny and with dragons on-my wife had bought just for this...

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It will be evident too 
much in our sober 
confidences,
Trusting all we needed 
and to our little yatch 
turns,
Making room for so much 
creativity and...

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Hereditary traits
 
I’m my father’s son I carry his genes
He is a part of me this is inescapable 
If I hate him, I hate myself.
Now...

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When old sailors go 

A seaman sees death as an ocean of tranquillity
 no storm will upset his raft he can safely sleep
Through the ages...

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Time is a coverlet 
of secrets not to be withheld, 
but dressed for the revealing, 
just as humankind sits down
among the gods partaking
of the succulence...

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And For Supper Tonight...
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza

Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to...

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Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured...

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The Genetic pool 

I`m my father`s son I carry his genes
He is a part of me this is inescapable
If I hate him, I dislike myself.
Now...

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The past are memories 
 Going back to my old house in Algarve was a sad affair,
 we took the old road it is a...

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Odd, is the poet

He was the odd boy in the family
in a town that doesn’t rhyme with anything.
He wrote strange words in a notebook
the teacher...

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Infinite pitch black void zoomed,
I vacillated then pitched headlong
(head and knobby knees, over heels)
where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed,
and antithesis of freedom loomed
large (think) cosmic...

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