Best Hed Poems

CRUSHED CONCRETE UNSTEELED / SEPTEMBER BLUES

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Epigrams

Autumn Conundrum
by Michael R. Burch

It’s not that every leaf must finally fall,
it’s just that we can never catch them all.

Piercing the Shell
by Michael R. Burch

If...

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here be en emimy of tombstone jack
his eminy tried to shoot em back
but ole jack made em see the light
he done it fastr en he...

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Brief:  Pregnant teens, Gays & Gaza - Lots in Common. How dirty a word is Neo? You will soon know.
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NeoLife in the NeoWorld
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When NeoChurch...

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When you love someone who does not love you back
You pretended to love me but you did not
You should have told me before but you...

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Dat gal done gone an lef me? '?lone
went t'town wit huh red shoes on.
Hi' ole heels,dress on tight
Powda and paint,sum'in ain't right


They's som kine of...

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See me a visualization of the truth. A fatal portrait selfie. A dose of reality. 1zt card life dealt me waz the high joker. Nocturnal...

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im so affraid to loose him he means so much to me if he were to leave im not sure id know who to be...

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the boulevard is desolate
as is the light that cracks bleeds 
runs here there everywhere! 

trash drafts like ghosts 
in the flicker of dying neon 
something...

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F O R E V E R   I N   Y O U R   E Y E S

F orests of...

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Fahr an' Ice
by Michael R. Burch

From what I know of death, I'll side with those
who'd like to have a say in how it goes:
just make...

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of all the people whose paths crossed mine
theres one ill not forget
he always swore hed forever be single
until the day his true love he met
the...

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This is the container that holds the Mass that drives and steers the intellect
Playing our instrumental sense organs using the matter and the mouth to...

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The mess you made, was 
apocalyptic. 
How the debris streaks 
like a fireball.

The blood becomes 
a sheer truth. 
Moist, sticky on 
your hands.

Up in your...

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Born in 1915 at Birkenhead by the Port River Inlet 
A son of Port Adelaide  as one of the best youd get
In the days...

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