Best Niches Poems

A long, long time ago on a cold winter's night

A long, long time ago on a cold winter’s night
Two hearts were broken the crest of...

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Captive damsel of creative-writing programs,   
Personalized, eulogized job of small groups,  
The frenetic activities handy to very few,  
Poetry now belongs...

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Dedicated to my Friend, Andrea Dietrich


A blessing meant to materialize is how I define Andrea’s role in my life.  Andrea is a bright light...

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There’s a sense in which all life is scum on this earth
(without God as creator), life here (more debris
that just floats on the surface of...

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What's in a name

I looked at my name
and I now must confide
I found so many things
that were waiting inside

I checked all the letters
for what there...

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WHY AM I HERE AND FROM WHERE DID I COME - INDIVIDUALITY

I am a lifespan.
The future goes beyond that.
Anyone gives him or herself one hundred...

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Do we dare decide to come to the aid of the big bad wolf? 
Once upon a time wolves thrived from the Arctic Tundra to...

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Captive damsel of creative-writing programs,  
Personalized, eulogized job of small groups,     
Quo Vadis poetry, a damsel in distress?

The frenetic activities...

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Still hallowed is the well, and so they pray,
offer: prayer cards, candles, and bitty photos
of children to come and those now unmade,
each woman rife with...

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Each night a brown orb spider,
a piece of night from under the eaves
spins a sticky intricate web
against the silhouette of leaves

 Kangaroos the color of...

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Never meant to add skepticism to her already hectic life
Just tryin to be her optimism see her through rough nights
But sometimes when were called upon...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A COCKROACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I wish I weren’t a cockroach, its no fun at all
People stomp on me, if they find me...

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Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the...

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So quietly she trips across the floor,
dragging random flotsam and jetsam
she finds in niches the vacuum can't reach.
With evil intent, she crouches at my feet.
Then...

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