Best Nighters Poems

Four “Golden Girls” seated at a table
Grey streaks our hair, but minds remain stable
     Convention is underway
    ...

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Habitually, feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective: sitting at the table
over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight
and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be...

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h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no...

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I have a lot to write and say, buddy, so hear me out some more
Don’t make me feel lower than I have ever felt before…
Listen,...

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In college I frequently pulled all nighters
And showed up for morning tests somewhat less brighter
     With caffeine and pizza I struggled...

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There's this game I've been 
playing

And it's taught me stuff

I've not had it long

But I've played enough to know

If I don’t turn back now

It's going...

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Used To Be

You recall both you and me drinking when the sun came up?
You say there was a time or three there was no coffee...

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Finding Presence

Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations 
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets 
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move

Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street...

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Vishweshwara, my lord my devotion
I was once born; I think you knew it
I lost something far, not far from my feet 
But now it is...

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Been called sexy, been called old and crotchety
Maybe I'm somewhere in between
I'm probably closer to the sex symbol type
With this body, you know what I...

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Long-ago classmates, we’ll spend 
the evening recalling ourselves 
before we became 
antique – back in the academic 
stomp of caffeine all-nighters, pop 
quizzes, scrabble games...

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I'm always staring into space
Trying to keep pace with your rapid race
Hoping to find a significant, tranquil trace...

However,

I often wish you'd be a productive brother
I...

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I fought for my country 
I gave eighteen months
But the war was unloved
And I was called baby killer
The only death that counted
Was my best friend

I...

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Give me your early mornings
Give me your half-awake eyes
Drag me in when you're pulling away
Match our breaths when we've synchronised

Give me your slow afternoons
Give me...

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again I sit in the seat of a student, back to being a kid. 
back to the realities of life, in which I have hid.
again...

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