Best Inadequately Poems

From sunset 'til dawn, how do I love thee
To the music of the cooing doves song
From the crack of dawn with sunny skies or gray
With...

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My goal isn't so much to win the wars of property management,
self and spouse and family governance
as it is to enjoy this struggling with Earth's...

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BP knew on February Thirteenth

Of structural flaws in the well beneath

     Goldman Sachs sold its stock

     It...

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From sunset 'til dawn, how do I love thee?
To the music of the cooing doves song
From the crack of dawn with sunny skies or gray
With...

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It was hard to imagine what the scenery had looked like
prior to the fighting. Now it was a waste land of chaos and destruction,
as far...

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It's weird
and sometimes wild
living with a non-LeftBrain verbal dominant
aspiring child,
now young adult

I find myself waiting for him
to nonverbally connect
and correct me
about my patriarchal domineering
economic and...

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My Kung Fu Chop Suey Present

On my thirty-fourth birthday off to China's best; traveled I went
So very uneventful and unaware I blithely lost all my...

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To anyone who has lost a loved one to drug addiction.

Have you ever experienced a lovers electric caress,
freely given from the heart, no semblance of...

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This poem was written for my friend Sonya Mako Wong



Kung Fu Chop Suey

On my twenty-fifth birthday off to China's best travelled I went
So very unfruitful...

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Hell freezes over. Fire into ice. 
Ice…but without the chill, the cold.
I try to rethink how this happened. 
How a world so green, so vibrant,...

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This poem is written in the same vein as "Letting Go."  ...  For my mom.



Again
   by Amy Swanson 



Another time,
 ...

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morning rhythm is interrupted
debris from the ceiling falls on her last used paper plate
i wake up with an six month odor with no hygiene whatsoever
i...

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Your Bestiality seems to
Become a reality 
Fingertips....wet lips 
I love it when you lick
Honey-dipped skin
I can do nothing 
But comply to your
Every whim and appetite...

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The Flash of my eyes
Does nothing to arise
An element of surprise
Or even evoke
Delectable daydreams
In the sweat streaming down your backside
All I can do is keep
Pumping...

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A saccharine rueful cry rode upon the wind,
   not a howl but a solemn ceaseless wail of tears
whispering a last bell's ring, peal...

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