Best Mashing Poems

My Friends, My Faith, My Hope

My friends infuses our time spent together
As musk from a perfume seller,
Time spent in their knowledgeable company priceless,
Positive demeanor, manner, sincerity, such bliss
Mashing my cobwebs with threads of awareness
Instilling vitality instead of leaving me listless...
Its my good friends’ company that...

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Just a brush of your hand 
sends my pulse racing
a blush on my cheek
imagining where it could be tracing

Torture being so close
and not being able to kiss you
feelings of remorse
inviting a visitor or two

Wanting you so much
unable to hold you in my arms
avoiding the slightest...

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As far away as I was you lead me back home
Teaching me how to pray even as I did roam
Never leaving my side always calling my name
Though I didn't abide and was filled with shame

But You Took that blame all of it You took away
Holy,...

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I cling to the tangibility of paper
its connection to earth, 
the feel of the grain 
on the skin. 
Words do not exist 
thanks to the mashing 
of keys and buttons, but by providence
of the paper. 
The forgotten paper
is still alive. Soft
and crumpled 
yellowed with age....

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Palliative Poetic Pain

Throwing and trashing
Flowing and flashing
Breaking and bashing
Screaming and smashing
Mixing and mashing
My love is lashing

Frustrated and fighting
Exploding and exciting
Sinning and sighing
Careless and crying
Deep full and defying
My death is dying

Sleepless and starving
Countless and charming
Damaged and daunting
Holy and haunting
Healing and harming
My heaven is hardening

Saddened and silent
Voiceless...

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The angles are in the storm
Just before  the break of dawn
Sending a message to everyone
Telling them to remain calm
The angels are singing out loud
They want to break the treacherous cloud
 and relinquish that awful tradition
That has turned water into wine 
swapping barely for wheat...

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Today I was cooking, cutting up tomatoes, my husband called me while mashing potatoes

"Hurry to the bedroom, they are playing a song, that has made me think of you all my life long"
Busy as I was, I was curious to see, what song made him...

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Some ooglay dweeb-o-rama after school
went and caught me mashing with my boy toy
(a stella stud, I kid you not -mad cool!)
Geek said, “He’s half your age!” I said, “No DOY!”

Before that tard could gag me out the door,
I told him, “Hey, step off and bag...

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If for one week each man could be mother,
then men might think as mothers think.
	Could you stand the life
	Say of being your own wife?
Dirty dishes do not belong in the sink.

For one week, all men should run the home;
trade places with the cook for a...

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so many frigid clouds
so many dangling drooping dippers
on this icy, icy night of paper, powder and pearl…
she gushes out from the night blanket,
cats and tigers in flight, trees mashing ivory
feathers with silver stones.
her lukewarm eyes sink with velvet birds
sketching her photographs tissue crepe,
ocean crème and...

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Stop
Sign
Red light Green light
Stop running by the pool
Stop annoying your siblings
Stop picking your nose
Stop Drop and Roll
Stop talking in class
Stop making out behind the gym
Stop mashing your zits
Stop going so fast
Stop staying out so late
Stop!
there's a cop
Stop underage drinking
Stop having sex
Stop wasting time
Stop lying in...

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Ode To A Mammogram

Checking the calendar for appointments to be made
I come across a giant circle that I placed there yearly
take another day off work and dress for the parade

I’ve lost a list of many friends who I loved so dearly
a simple test they could...

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"My Life Remains"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

One week ago I looked death in the face without fear
Since Jesus Is In my heart, I am still here
Riding along with my uncle, a friend pulled into our path
And he hesitated rather than mashing the gas
There was nothing...

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In Time with Autumn
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Autumn rushed ahead  
without me,
Leaving me to chase 
After its perfect 
   violet skylight.
My running feet crack
The silence of 
   the earlier dusk, with
My mashing of
    the dry death
Of the discarded 
Brown and golden...

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What would it be like…

If there were no Thanksgiving this year?
What? No turkey with trimmings?
No hams?
No pumpkin pies? 
No favorite dish of yams?
No family gathering?	
No grown up children with kids of their own?
What if everyone just stayed home?
No kids would be running
Or shouting with joy
No...

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