Best Lather Poems

liberty in verse
atypical on the Soup

born a free-spirited caballero
I’ll not dangle
from another poet’s noose

jigsaw puzzles presented
by contest sponsors
jump through hoops
win their accolades

who’s to say what...

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Alison weeps at the fake Senior Prom.
Alison creeps out onto the lawn.
Alison’s skin turns to purple from pink.
Alison’s flesh beginning to stink.

A stench too great...

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This year I turned the big ‘5-0’
And my body is acting strange
So I went to see the doctor who said
Not to worry, as I was...

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If I could
 go back a moment,
in spite the torment,
not forgetting the judgment,
 that was insultment.
 
if I could,
teleport a distance,
stop the circumstance,
without disturbance,
thou now...

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I’m in distress
I can’t express
How I feel deep down inside
This feeling is a terrible tide
How do I impress
Everyone here in excess?
I’m just here to simply...

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wrap your arms around me a little too tight
let yourself be the noose that ends my life
tear ladders in my tights while holding me down
pull...

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In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
            there was no...

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LEAN ON MY SHOULDER, ?
DRY ALL YOUR TEARS, ?
POUR INTO ME, ?
ALL OF YOUR FEARS.?

ALL OF YOUR WORRIES,?
AND ALL YOUR REGRETS,?
EVERY LAST MOMENT,?
YOU WANT TO...

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Long to touch the rows  u p o n  rows of coneflowers,
but the bees, they b u z z, and the butterflies own.
Favorite...

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Spoke to a cloud today – 
the usual conversation
about shape and size, 

lows and highs...whether
my need to tote a handy, spring
loaded umbrella...or a better chance
to...

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Cold shower today - (early afternoon)
September eighth two thousand
and nineteen more challenging than June
dog days of summer test tolerance
to feel alive and bark at the...

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Though we know the moon 
not source, we snuggle to its cooler
light...at times
seeming more approachable, 

less imposing, 

more accepting
we heighten such sleep
 
inclined toward our...

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Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or, “Why Not to Bomb the Brits”)
by Michael R. Burch

The English are very hospitable,
but tea-less, alas, they grow pitiable ...
or pitiless, rather,
and...

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The Soup kitchen's queue are in line .
The economy , banjaxed and dyin' .
When Lehmans went bust
The bankers just cussed
So now , " Buddy who...

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Asterisms flicker
one sleek obsidian night;
solstice slips away

Snowdrop shoots nosing
petals into bitter winds;
first whispers of spring

Sparkling laughter runs
among the pebbles and reeds;
melt-water music

Bright blue, wet green...

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