Best Long Term Poems

It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope.
It is love, stirred with hate that drips need
to bleed us, heal us and force our tired...

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For the third time Pandora stands before the box
Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold
In her hand is the key – she closely examines
Intrigued by its...

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Middle child of seven siblings and has had a troubled childhood
It has made me a stronger person, just not easily understood
Had a baby at seventeen...

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Nobodys home so dont knock apon the
door.
No need to empty the trash  or sweep 
the floor.

To many bottles of booze mixed with
pills.
Notes left apon...

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Some parts of life are permanent,
alas, some aspects not:
The morning temperature feels chill;
by midday it grows hot.
The money spent on cell phones'
long-term value which I...

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Note: I wrote this poem over a year ago while I was struggling with long term, post-surgery pain, six months of physical therapy and recovery--a...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the...

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THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on...

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At night Flossie often went cruising.
With men, she went way beyond schmoozing.
So freely she bed-hopped;
then one day her fun stopped.
How'd she get the clap? So...

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Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health...

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Tanka, didn’t work for me you see.
Sorry for the wait, I’ve been as busy as a bee.
I see PD is getting a lot of praise
I’m...

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The glamour of her skin faded
 like late-afternoon sunbeams 
that settled  on rose petals 'dust

But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That...

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She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.

Was that me?...

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Beauty, like Truth,
speaks eternal promise
of timeless decomposition.

Flexing Grace
effects empathic Truth
optimizing promise prophets past
reiterating Golden Mythic Creation Stories.

Many have mentioned strength of compassion
and tenacious flexibility of...

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7/29/18





All over the road, about to wreck
One of many causes for yet another death


Too many chickens giving each other pecks
They just look and rubberneck


Person overboard,...

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