Best Mile Poems

In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one square mile, northeast of Noojee.

A Whipbird crack through ti-tree scrub,
a Lyrebird echo from Cascade Creek,
Red Browed Finch on the sword grass heads,
I’m watching close a Ground Thrush sneak.

Black Cockies feed...

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Would I dare 

to walk a mile in her shoes

To put my feet in cinder's slippers

 marry a handsome prince

who turns out to be another Jafar

Would I dare to let the glass shards

of those tight slippers

slice open my heels till I bleed

Would I dare

to let dignity purse my lips tightly

and let pride silence the cry

Would...

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I got my mind on...

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A mile in her shoes
You look at her and wonder
and simply do not at all understand
You would think she would leave him
Before things really get out of hand.

She thinks we don’t notice
The days she shows up newly bruised
Some of us look down on her at times
Because she allows herself to be abused.

I cannot look down...

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I put on your shoes
Tried to walk a mile
Sadly they were way to tight
I felt an old nail digging into my soul
I tried loosening the laces
However the knots were way too tight
Pain coursed through my body with each step
I walked through a puddle
Water poured through the holes
I became chilled to the bone

I stared at my...

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If I had wings the size of helicopter blades
I would circle the world over and look for you 
If I owned bulbous sheen o'er Irish glades 
tinged in bronze I would enhance, accrue 
the worldly space of you, for I love you 

If I were paper or some origami glue     
I...

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I tried to walk a mile in her shoes, 
fit my toes harder to feel her pride. 
I wasn't ready for what I've found. 
A wounded soul, a bleeding heart.

I tried to walk gorgeously in her shoes. 
And feel ashamed to witness those bruises. 
She concealed underneath her clothes, 
A misery of being abused and...

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soul
blessed with
healing force
took others’ pain
gift


Entry for Royal Trevino's "My Favorite Movie" contest...

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Five thousand two hundred 
eighty feet 
between our first hello
and last goodbye 
Love seems to sprint 
the way light flickers 
from a firefly's particulars.
Marathon matrimony 
Run one race
with me 
let's see how far
momentum takes us.
Tired, panting,
gripping asphalt 
with our fingers 
just to get a foothold 
on a finish line 
we can see.
It ain't always about who
wins a quarter mile,
sometimes it's 
about the distance 
between hello
and never...

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What Matters, Should One See Past That Last Mile

What matters, diamonds , silver or gold
when one is getting slow and too damn old.
What matters, if the truest of truths be told,
that dying alone is so sad and cold?

What matters, if life yields no more ripe fruits
when one will soon visit soil and grass roots.
What matters,...

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Heaven knows we need recovery from life 
like wounded birds of prey we need respite 
from those cankerous inkly thoughts of night
for when a tree falls all creatures live in rife 
Only a bright star knows how much we long 
for pearly doors ajar and welcome arms 
I can hear him whilst below whispering be...

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Walk Each And Every Gentle Step And Dearest Mile

Deny ravages of Time and its ill Fated winds
let sun's bright, promising rays penetrate and heal
If destined to outlive dear families and friends
consider it not Fate's wrath you may sadly feel.

Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek
for 'morrows bring sweeter dreams to investigate
follow Light...

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When you are living on the street
depressed, lonely, hungry, and beat,
begging coins for something to eat;
you need more than a smile.

People scoff and offer small-change
labeling you as weird or strange,
treating you like you had the mange;
each day is a trial.

You pray someone will help you out;
a kind soul that won't mess about,
but wipe your tears...

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she wears the blues
   like well worn shoes                           

   they got her this far...

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At the brink of my horizon dipped in destiny free
when the new sun arose in spectral color spree,
my lone languid life woke up and promised me, 
someday it would sail me across the stormy sea
to the iridescent island of my dream I would be, 
where I would absorb the twilight patina in glee,
and drench the...

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