Best Junction Poems

“Pictures could not be accessories to the story – evidence – they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame”. Tatjana Soli, The Lotus Eaters

“There is a widespread belief – one with no historical or...

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The softest of skins
Your hand reaches towards mine
The junction of lust...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Apache Junction
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: April/2014


    Gonna take the 405 train
to Apache Junction.
    Bought me a one-way  ticket, 
and I ain't look'n back.

    When I get there, I'm gonna hike the
Apache trail; forget about my past,
and look forward to the...

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There comes a time in everyones life, when you`ve had just enough of its stress` 
and strife.
You reach for a *** a spliff or the bottle, to dampen your senses, your nerves and 
your trouble.
But understand this before you tackle that junction, without tears without...

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Lately a person begins to read between the lines 
how a network of human beings devalue another's worth 
battered and bruised internally exhausted at times 
they make you invisible shying away from the truth 
To hurt someone that only wishes to speak and correct wrong...

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Lusty two hearts
in the crimsoning tranquil eve
The lulling gentle breeze
coupled their juicy lips.
 
Playing with their tongues 
that sweetened the taste
Was blitzed deeply
untill they imbibed their sensuality.
 
Spur with the slurp
and fastening warm aroma of their breaths
choired with their dewed jucicy lips
Excrement drunk like intimated...

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Politicians are just like flies
Great big mouths and bulging eyes

They talk and talk and say very little
And always refuse to meet in the middle

They walk the halls, back and forth
And get themselves all out of sorts

Over some imagined slight
Maybe some reporter will catch the fight

Then...

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back that trash up 
it smells
its stinks 
it makes your eyes
watery and blink 
so back that trash 
the hell-on-up  
and there won't be a mess-up 
so lets send it all the way to hell 
lock it up in funky jail
kick its stinky butt to...

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pressed beyond the point of break,
with no known destination,
the last word left the station,
trailing silence in its wake…
...

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My having a fantasy of women in threes cannot totally be blamed on me
To find the start of this lust in my heart you have to begin with my TV.
Each show began as the theme song they sang with three girls bathing in a tower
My...

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. for public domain

We are well into December,
each birdbath crests a mound of snow,
new flakes creep down Winter's sky.
I draw a slow breath. The air bites cold.

Security lights illuminate
the lawn trees white crusted bare branches,
alleyways are free of traffic,
no steps lead to vagrant ranches.

On this...

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At the desert junction
        of hope and despair
     We scanned the horizon
        to seek passage there

     Yet just when despair
   ...

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~ Placed First in Constance's 'D' quote Contest~

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one less traveled by and that has made 
     ...

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R-ound earth and blue sky 
M-eet at the wide horizon, 
B-oth are beautiful. 






Topic: Birthday of Ruby M. Bongcay (March 18) 
Form: Acrostic Haiku...

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Love and poetry, inseparable siamese sisters ever...

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