Best Liking Poems

When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat

Yet when I actually arrive
it...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor...

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He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam

Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in...

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If you're passing by Soup Creek our peace loving town
Do pay us a visit but wear a big smile not a frown
Our town is open...

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Well....since you asked...
I'll tell you now, no run around,
my letter is found
right in the middle,
in fact it starts
the "middle" word,
so it's no riddle...
if you can...

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I'm Rudolph stuck in traffic, and on this of all the nights,
and up to now my nose has matched each set of traffic lights,
the fat...

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In a busy world I don't take for granted simple pleasures
like snuggling with a loved one on a chilly winter's night
Saving keepsakes of the things...

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This game of golf as is this life, 
Played all life, perfect still can't be, 
Ever reminding of one’s wife, 
Put on pedestal, upon tee,...

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If I had been born a girl
I wonder what would rock my world
I really have to stop and think
I guess I’d have to start liking...

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I once knew a poet named Cecile
Call her skinny and hear her spiel
   I'm petite with small bones
  I have fat and...

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"Backhand"



You have turned me
inside out, cut open
like a tennis ball
I used to beat backhand
along with the racket
hard against the garage wall

To make sense of it...

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My son came home from school one day, wanting permission to go, to the Zoo.
His field trip sparked a riot. Can you imagine at home,...

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She stood in front of the mirror, not liking what she sees
He watched from behind the door, seeing what he likes
She turned from side to...

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Love Is

An old man sitting all alone
holding a cup that wasn't his.
When someone asked him about love.
What do you believe it is?

At first he seemed...

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7/18/02

In a tropical place, the climate
becomes a way of being.
Fruits and flowers on shirts and dresses,
breakfasts of bananas,
pineapple flavored passions of
afternoon, pathways to the moon...

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