Best Lungful Poems

You Are Not Invited

--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--

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Silently she swarms in like a leech, 
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here...

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The sun blowtorches its way into the water, 
fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky 
webbed by white-hot lightning. 

Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins 
disappearing into a squiggly-bright ceiling, 
through which you can make out 
the slurred shape of a poolside...

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I hold my breath this night
a burning lungful 
of the green and dying sea 

that leaps then sinks 
in the minor key 
of sorrow’s deep and distant light

a lowly note 
against my chest
foam and fury whisper

into black and godless sleep    
where the...

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Walking down Lehigh Ave in North Philadelphia where I used to play

Now I see teenagers playing with dirty syringes and caps of rock

Women strutting and screaming, "Hey," to the car slowing down to peak

Gotta get one more

And the mother cries as the police drag her...

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The Generation Gap

The fragile, flawless ice encased 
the crumbling soil below
And with it brought bitter winter’s taste – 
the seed that wouldn’t grow.

Many a foggy year ago, 
the father had bought the plant
Had carried it, through the ice and snow,
to his little son’s wish, grant.

Once...

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My LeftYang eye and ear,
and maybe throat
and hand
and probably vocational foot
remain adamantly persuaded

My most successful time for deep ecological listening
and watching
is immediately after inhaling a vast theological lungful
preparing to speak my WiseElderness
into the remaining yin void
of those no longer refuged 
or capable
of hearing nurture
and seeing
cooperative...

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each lungful of air 
a reminder of God’s love
depict love and care  
promote and embrace His will
every moment you get


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Cramped in dark seclusion
A little soul in wait to be whole
Like a fish in a bowl of ocean
Adrift but can gulp a lungful

It’s the beginning of an end
Chrysalis out from the sphere
Emerging from cocoon bend
Exposed to the atmosphere

Dry, arid air touching skin
No longer blind and...

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Summer Night
 Sven, my best friend, had a motor boat, we`re young 
and invited two girls with us it was a summer night we 
had a cold beer, Sven who looked like an actor got 
the best-looking girl
I wore glasses had to do with Sven`s...

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Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming...

Thus spake Zarathustra 
necessitating donning layered clothing
in tandem, especially trumpeting   
being with wise mind and economical
exercising usage of fossil fuel 
completing most tasks 
involving driving automobile
courtesy designing efficient, 

deliberate, and conscientious 
strategy consolidating
tasks within one fell swoop,...

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you could see
it in her eyes
the night before
was lingering
into late morning
the pain of one
too many
bad choices
pounding
her young body
with each step
each burning
lungful of cold air

she passed me
on the footpath
while the city
screams
scratched
at her soul
&
bashed
bashed
bashed
at her brain

with her handbag
bigger than the dress
she had on
she was one
hell
of a mess

just...

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I inhaled a lungful of cigarette smoke,
While waiting for the number nine,
I coughed so much I thought I’d choke.
The woman ignored the no smoking sign;
It served her right if she got a heavy fine.

Another man asked her to stop
And said his lungs deserved fresh air,
He...

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Lots of calculation...... 
goes into the jump 
x=y+5 x e=mc2 
To stop you ending in a lump! 

That's what I am told........... 
It's on the back of the ticket I was sold! 
Well here I go.... 
Ready for the last throw 

High on a hill,...

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Breathe: inhale the sky, the song, the peace
Feel the rush of light, the sensations of grace

Breathe: exhale the smile, the chuckle, the laugh
Touch the brilliance echoing hope through the heart

Breathe: in and out, sucking in the inspiration
Radiating joy, awakening the spirit’s dance, burning
With flames of...

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Once again
the sound of magpies
hunting fill my head with
images of daylight

and picnics we took
under ash trees
on top of itchy 
blankets

I know you only read
those books for me

to make me feel
safe in having something
to say when the conversations
turned to salaries and
mortgages 

or maybe that's
unkind. Maybe you
just...

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