Best Losers Poems

Are winners defined by prowess
In business or in sport
Or by intellectual power 
Backed by academic report?

Is losing determined 
By lack of financial wealth
In lieu of...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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Grit in her eyes beaming fortitude of vibes
Powers her dash from one end to the other
Handing out drinks: brandy, whiskey, beer;
Serving high rollers and surly...

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Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but...

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The spirit that remembers the taste of blood
                 ...

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All this hyped up glam and glitz
  giggly girls break down in fits
    these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower...

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I just can't win said the devil one day
I lie and I cheat and I lead them astray
Then along comes this guy who's the light...

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I go to the conference,
she explains, no self-discipline,
no self control, just lazy
an F student

I agree, he has none
but neither do i,
no one taught me,
so how...

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My Shoe Collection


Shoes

Nice if you have them

Shoes

There is love
There is happiness
When the next path of your journey
You take with shoes on your feet


Shoes

I am coming...

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Twelve-year-old Cliff was moaning in his sleep.
Again--bad dreams of Bob the Bruiser who
lived right next door. Bob was a thug, a creep
who picked on smaller...

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Each day in Tombstone as tourists watch
The OK Corral gunfight plays out
Reenactments staged by the locals
The Earps always prevail in this bout

Saunter down to the...

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Hey Whiskey Daddy
It’s your booze you liked best
You were a pretend preacher
Who would never confess

Twenty Five dollars
You got that fake degree
You felt full of false...

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Everyone's a Winner

They told me I was remarkable
and now it's plain to see
There is nothing extraordinary
about simple little me

All the ribbons I have hanging
Upon the...

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What do you do when life throws you a misguided curve?
    You just keep on chugging, never losing nerve.
It’s easy to quit,...

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It can’t be art 

Spun in a windstorm of caustic insisting
Plastered like mud on the walls of Pompeii
Frescos of joy before charcoal was misting
Writing in...

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