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 of yore making 
a film about the place, maybe I have got it wrong and it was Monaco,
which  has...

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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 daughter of the woman
I had been in love with, I had never seen her before and said 
halloo like she...

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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 though when I get there I want 
to leave. The house shrinks every year sibling’s gone mother too, 
she never...

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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 breath
Black Boxed in space sister son
Exhale, inhale   dancer sings
And down a path change on wings
Fly betwixt trees to...

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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 learned 
respect,
Grace for tommorrow 
and our hope's needed 
leaps to be in reality's 
endform,
The signs are true...thus 
the times were...

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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 
hospitalization, reading a newspaper, the surgeon came in, 
said halloo told me his team was the best, reassuring smile 
told...

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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 that I’m older than my father
He is my son, you can’t help but
Loving your son.
I once saw my father on...

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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 of truth,
and no priority may interfere
with that vainglory of the feast.

See, it has begun
with whispers in the air,
alerting us that...

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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 right
correspondence course tubby guru

hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing mundane epistles about this Matthew,
yours truly indulged in delicious comestible...

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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 of time, fish can swim, whales
Blow a rainbow fine, and sharks can kill seals
It does not bother him; the course...

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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 sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check (mate)
eternal salvation woebegone
grievance to ameliorate
repurposed conscious being (me)

sanguine reunion ridding...

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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 that I`m older than my father
He is my son you can`t help but loving
Your son
Once I saw my father on...

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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 size grand canyon groomed
courtesy the once mighty Mississippi,
now barely a babbling brook in places

espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
till after...

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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 bit longer but less speedy and free.
The motorway also cost a lot of money in toll and for those who...

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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 told him to stop this nonsense 
and learn that 2X2 makes four.
Declared he was a poet when eleven.
His mother was...

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