Best Hashing Poems

“A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE”

“America— fill me in on your new vision
Wake me up from indecision
Help me trust your mighty wisdom
Show me how to question questions, and lead the way to contemplation

Uncertainty about your future is like opening your eyes wide in the dark
Closing...

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Not your last name, not even your age,
You set the scene, I cleared the stage,
And you did give the act of a lifetime,
Twisting matters of the heart, and of the mind,

Telling me lies, never the truth,
Taking advantage of my youth,
How had I been so naive,
To...

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I'm too old this, family gatherings
hosted during the holidays
where family think hashing out stinking crap
is the highlight of evening

Highlighting each other's shameful dirt 
airing out dirty laundry, and 
throwing dead bones from the closets, upon
everybody's heads is not my idea of family bonding

A thin line of love, bringing together,...

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Schism
 FAITH is a shield that covers a man from head to toe. True faith surpasses dead works. And now to this title poem. Ed. Note. There is GOD and his SON and his SPIRIT they aer three separated and distinct images and yet they...

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Nor do I feel free
akin to noble savage 
(gratis to Jean Jacques Rousseau)  
completely unfettered, and able lee
to fend off unseen banshee,
comically swatting for all to see,

though today February Eighth,
2019 quite similar (i.e. dime
a dozen) to many previous twenty
four hour blocks of time,
herewith metering...

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I'll have my people call your people
Where they can set something up
Make sure they schedule a meeting
So we can get something done

We'll put our heads together
Brain storming like never before
Working off bold charts and diagrams
That we've drawn up on the board

Calling out for coffee and...

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Silver lining sought amidst coronavirus COVID-19 onslaught

Two hundred and forty six plus months
into twenty first century celeb
and anonymous folks alike
gripped courtesy pestilence re: deb
buckle fishtailed, looped, roughed up...
wreaks/wrought havoc across world wide web.

As a secular humanist, I ponder
what (if any) benefit accrued
above any commentary,
yours truly...

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JOYFUL JONES DIVORCES THE SEA

Tenacity of oceanic roar,
Davy Jones hammers each chord.
Embryonic fish, fracture in exploding bubbles.
Opulence anchors heavy, on seabed chest with ill afford.

Whales spew foam from nettled lips,
Throwing tail - haphazardly splashing.
Blubber of sperms bleed precious oil whilst
Knotted nets with jigsaw teeth -...

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Full of Compassion

Would you require or really need a referee
To separate poor poetry writing from exemplary
There are certain people who look toward
Receiving big prizes or maybe an award.

As for me, I am a simple and plain type
So everyone can dispense with all of the hype
Keep...

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There ain't no solace in that keg
Puts you down on your knees to beg
Take this thirst from within my soul
Please raise me up and make me whole

Dry me out to live once more
Open up salvations door
Let me see that heavenly shore
Where I'll want to take...

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September    2051

Early afternoon part of one plan unfolded

Amaliah asked, "You can really cook?"  Damian replied, "aaye sis I've been a bachelor with my own place for some years before I married. YEAH! I COOK! and I say I'm a mighty good...

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October 16th, 2018, A Day At The Market With The Missus

Oft times zee spouse
     lingers at select
     supermarkets (Landis, Redners, 
     and/or Wegmans) without me
(figuratively) taking
     all the time...

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as chopsticks for soup 
like a monkey eating scotch bonnets
you have to want it 
 
good luck is a myth
thin as a Theban cookie 
as your skin if you don't get it
 
checked-off triggers in academia
fired as a porcelain finger up
kilned in an undertone of...

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Am really having a good show about re-hashing

How to come up with pure delight and compassion

Which in shower I had stumbled upon one day

Saw her body standing there and said no way.

Wow!!! Would you look at all those wrinkles



Written by an old folk, no joke....

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I love to write
To express
To find myself again and again
Through these words
These forms of expression
Creative trials
Far from tribulations
Because it's evident
That I'm rewriting narratives
Hashing out lines of craze
That could help me survive
Survive times of growth
Turning antiques into diamonds...

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