Best Jarred Poems

You met a girl, but made her a mother.
You have problems of your own how can you take care of another.
So your thoughts are racing,...

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A long, long time ago on a cold winter's night

A long, long time ago on a cold winter’s night
Two hearts were broken the crest of...

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Who knows if magic exists,
if dreams come true
and whether miracles take place
(all of these things we thought we knew)

... buried in our haste
to dig childhood's...

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It
was him,
and immediately
I  felt  the very moment he
too, saw me as I entered  the room.  
I averted my eyes, seemingly not...

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In ode to all who succumb
through wayward passages
lined of scribble notes
dripping ink’s savagery,
staining cursive patterns
in Sylvia-like depressions

Jarred bells ring
down lost tunnels
around each dark corner…clang
from steeples...

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Welcome in the Fall of life Spring enters

Loves emptied heart replenished with his touch

I become his Muse and he is my center

Lips burning passion captured...

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Old Mr. Oak

Old Mr. Oak had bumps on his sides.
In his tired arms, black birds did reside.
He had seen all kinds come and go,
watching the...

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It's seven here, yet there it's still five,
she'll be getting off work about now.
And my old computer whirls to life,
it's the best my budget will...

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My love has gone to a distant dawn
For the stars only come out at night
In a soulful song my will pulls along
Whispers weeping in the...

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"Puzzle Stomped"



Pieces scattered
placed on a table 
with boundaries 

between 
the incarcerated margins 
there are strict conditions

Time drips 
its wet connection
each piece a stair fitted 

imperfectly
perfect...

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I flip the history of Bojangles
On a cool Sunday evening
Los Angeles coming down
A flow of oboes breathing
Through the lung of the street
The hobo not stopping...

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These days of changing values can be hard:
What once was just, today's considered wrong.
Some things encouraged now at one time jarred,
Abandoned now are values once...

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I was jarred awake by a storm 
last evening while dreaming of us,
we were together and we were happy
A bright flash of lightening ignited the...

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Written: September 1st, 2023
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Has my brain become scrambled, I wonder?
As the sun retreats, I sigh away the day.
A song of sorrow takes hold, my heart...

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Broken and torn from days long gone
Not from neglect or anything wrong
A family often would sit and communicate
I tried to listen, most times I could...

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