Best High Gear Poems

(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft...

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Its easy to become what you fear..
                 Could bring...

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Can't Walk Away


Oh, this obsession, and the need
     to reach that high once I've begun;
so hard to stop, can't walk away
...

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Fueling Autumn's color change each year
are shorter days and cooler, longer nights,
and a plucky October breeze that bites.
Vermilion, crimson, and scarlet appear
as emerald canopies disappear.
And...

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My memory is like an ill-tempered old car
that refuses to start
on cold, miserable mornings...
or sometimes stutters
and shudders to life
in fits and starts with rattling parts

Names...

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You can be my hubcap if you let me be your wheel.
The love I have for somebody like you is real.
I can give you plenty...

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A very touching version of Clement Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.

T’was the night before...

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    "A David for David"



investigated strange events from week to week
paranormal phenomena brought great fear
science fiction challenges while theories peak
as Fox Mulder,...

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Mom and dad tried to raise us kids right,
tucked us into bed early each night,
taught us we should always say a prayer,
because the devil lurked...

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THE INCUMBENT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

I am sick and tired of hearing the same old line
My elected representative says every things fine
He just does not represent the...

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Luck Rides a Stick Horse
By Tom Wright

If good luck is what you're counting on
A stick horse will always be your steed.
Choose God and a job...

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My country's media tells me there's a man with nuclear weapons over in Iran that I really need to fear.

The new Boogeyman in the sand...

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The country, people, and the village,
All equal, as if, for the first time, 
All of that gave a fresher image,
Nay, 'tis but a relative vantage.
Save...

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Form: Monorhyme
Indigos, light workers, empaths are hear
Struggling to change the errors of yesteryear

Power, money, corruption and greed
Will no longer be the motive that leads

The 60's,...

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Is it the darkest, before the dawn?
Or could that old adage be all wrong? 
Decided to find out for myself
It’s four AM, I’ll know before...

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