Best Lick Your Wounds Poems

Like you ...

I dream of drifting away on a sunny day
high above the cottony stuffed clouds
I'll glide erasing all the hurtful feeling inside 
a season of fear will somehow disappear
and I'll be free ...like you... you see

Crazy you say ...

My dream with Prince Charming happy...

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Wont you find me here?
  Drifting in an expanse of swirling storm
Outstreched fingers graze debris...
         recklessly circling reminders. 
  Stand in the eye with me
     Hold
     ...

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Pieces of A Letter

Tonight is tonight that I
Find out where I stand
I’m nervous, shaking
Trembling in my hand
You kept telling me that between
Us things would get better
If this being the case
Explain these pieces of a letter

I found it on your night stand
Next to your bed
When I...

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I hold it up again today; the world,
Pregnant with magical dimples
Of a child's reckless abandon,
And look at the face,
Then I look at the deep cut
And the pain it inflicted
I look back at the unpaid ransom,
The whips, hands chained to the back
Faces buried deep into the...

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Time-
That is 
All I ask.
Time to be old
Time to lick my wounds
For the battle was long
And the gains were few at times
But the victory was precious
And I would have it no other way
Before I meet my Maker, let me rest

1/22/2017
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If my tears can fill a bucket...
Then my smile shall fill the sky...
If my hurt never came...
Then my love would never hide...
Without a fall or a trip, my heart
would have no aim...
If my scars healed to fast, then
there's nothing left to gain...
Walk with shoes that...

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Beware the dog they said, I only brought the mail
(the iron mailbox stands inside a gate with locks)
Had to extend my arm to reach that wretched box
It was too far, the letter fell, an epic fail.
You say: just enter, wussie,  grab that envelope?
Have you considered...

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In tight contests, 
rivals flash sour,
scheming smiles 
of ignominies.

                       Some are spiteful 
          ...

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That day in the October sun
The British they marched along
Across Mater Barber’s wheat field
A force in red, quite strong.
The drummer drummed, fifers they played
We heard their martial song,
And we leapt out to meet out foes
To break that scarlet throng
When the British came along.

From our guns,...

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I cry yet do not weep
The remnants of my pillaged decaying heart
Lay in the putrid  foul gutter deep
Beneath your feet
Cursed at birth wounded throughout life
Feeling the hurt of countless stabbing knifes
A mere puppet torn this way and that
Deflated emancipated buried
Feeling lost lonely and crap
So...

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My tale about the barnacle I bared upon my bum
has now passed into legend and folk law
The  battle I thought was over and now long done
Just when I thought I could sit down and relax
and lick my wounds
and heal my poor bum
I now have...

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once was twenty of age and not a dime in my pocket
exile in a silence of foreign i was called an alien

want to see UFO I show you my basket
naive you call it but make no mistake

the ride a roller coaster if your'e lucky
hands in...

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When reality bites,
it inflects hurt and pain;
and while we lick our wounds,
we cannot run away.

Fueling fantasies
tightly tethered to love;
erotic dreams offer
a secret place to play.

A sanctuary for
fragile fledgling feelings;
within dreams, fantasies
and truths can coexist.

Sighting a shooting star,
you launch wishes with hope;
for even a little,
can take...

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After the election,
at least two things will continue without interruption: death and taxation.
After the election,
two kinds of people, the rich and the poor, will remain without interruption.

After the election,
I will continue to pray, to go to church, and keep writing new poems and stories.
After the...

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From my brown eyes to yours of turquoise blue
I must express my deepest gratitude

On the street you might have appeared fearsome
A man with an axe my friend has become

At the door I’d scratched until my paws bled
Fearing my family soon would be dead

Just as the...

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