Best Junked Poems

I junked up my pretty kitchen.
I filled up my loveliest hall.
Dragged in filthy dirty boxes
And that is certainly not all.
Swiftly filled up our three car...

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Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…

Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers...

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Silently junked in a dusty corner,
You ended things up in unexpected border
Used me for year and said was so loved,
Carried your things and it was...

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I live amazed in an amphitheatre, 
A huge red and white domed tent.
Working with actors and jesters, 
Enduring a perpetual torment.

The crazies I know are...

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My first car was an '87 Camaro.
That car was fast and sharp as an arrow.
I was sixteen and in high school.
I loved it, but boy...

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Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might...

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Why Care

Tears of joy
Replaced with pain
Chanced happiness
 destroyed again
Just not good enough
To be more than a friend.
This is her life
Beginning to end.
Wanted as a lover
But...

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You have been persecuted.
You have been oppressed and depressed,
Wronged and aggrieved, even violated,
And for what?
Because of gender,
Because your body lacks a certain appendage,
Your chest is...

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The light of his eyes are growing dim 
He creaks across the hard floor 
A mouth so large it holds a ton
No longer remains doors

Leaks...

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You call the police on my son 
You pull a knife, he has a gun 
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a...

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Then more you will love all English
and deeply obsessed by them,
than more you have been progressive
and ept and fast for gaining success,
and granting by freedom...

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The Fakir is under no compulsion
To teach you
To relieve you from pain
To grant pleasure abundant
You may walk to him 
You may not
Fakir will walk with...

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Today's garbage day.
I had almost forgotten
as I run through the house
as if I'm besotten.
I grab for the trash,
looking this way and that,
throw it all in...

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Stop and think for a moment
about how it has creeped up.
Its a world of throw away.
Just trash you think; disposible.

Everything just junked
athough it has a...

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Each dawn's debris sort
of wreckage from day before
yields jetsam just junked 
and flotsam break-up relics.
On the beach who can tell which?...

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