Best Next Of Kin Poems

Next of Kin


She had never been taught the trick.
To the men such things were granted.
Air filled pelts, breath under water.
To the women was left the nest.
Near ashore she saw them panic.
Her father among them scrambling.
All overboard clutching bubbles.
With chilled heart she waded in deep.
The river...

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Next of Kin


She had never been taught the trick.
To the men such things were granted.
Air filled pelts, breath under water.
To the women was left the nest.
Near ashore she saw them panic.
Her father among them scrambling.
All overboard clutching bubbles.
With chilled heart she waded in deep.
The river...

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where am (i can't find me) oh my 
(yo tambien) it's essential, follow 
the leader many places- we've never 
been, i'm deeply moved- the next of kin: 
broke free from the tree that roots with
in even when (i see i lose) i win i know...

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Next of Kin


She had never been taught the trick.
To the men such things were granted.
Air filled pelts, breath under water.
To the women was left the nest.
Near ashore she saw them panic.
Her father among them scrambling.
All overboard clutching bubbles.
With chilled heart she waded in deep.
The river...

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neighbors gather around as one

remembering a little Brother

whose life was cut too early done

Many a tear

His sparkle no longer shines bright

Missing a favorite grin that was

always a trademark in our little

corner of suburbia

Choking up and letting go

Asking,in front of a photgraph:

WHEN WILL YOU EVER COME...

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On glossy pages generally reserved for stars of stage and screen
golden calves lounging casually on cushioned chaises, deities of decadence
sunlight streamed in black and white through filthy, filmy windows 
as flies converged in the corners crawling over themselves in a frantic frenzy
I could hear their...

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love can bind memories
sorrow blends with wind
water drips into a stream
thin as a skim of skin

as ghost is to remembering
like members of a greater sin
they should be only simmering
in a broth of the bitter end.

so it is to shooting up
falling into the glimmering
joy comes to...

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You who had seen my next of kin
Dining and wining near a bin
And you forgot to raise a din
Or had minded your Gripping Gin… 

It was A War you did not win,
Though Loss reports not on The Skin
Like would Incisive Pricks of Pin
Or handiwork of...

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