Best Niles Poems

A friend introduced us
What can I say
I love and hate her
Each and every day

She knew we'd be perfect
One thing she forgot
Miles between us
Children we've got

Now,...

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I held the stumbling humanoid,
Standing on two feet, scared as an alien
I am his cradle and his playground
Even before he was named *****Sapien.

Watched him...

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I held the stumbling humanoid,
learning to stand on two feet- scared as an alien.
I was his cradle and his playground—
even before he was called Homo...

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Side to side in a flowing rhythm strides
rocking our enormous body and head, 
like a pendulum our long trunk swings side to side.

My family and...

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by the time you've read this 
i'm afraid our ships may have 
already boarded i do hope 
you are not to ravished about
 
our departure...

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A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…


A mountain of rivers,
running the...

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perhaps i should have looked away 
my mind takes me back to the general store 
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways 
the...

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A single’s net is cast
A single climbs the mast
To view a sea of profiles
Catching eyes, some color-blind

Some emails are soon returned
Some senders have not yet...

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A blind man hailed from mid-west town
A mild but lonley clown
In search of love and happy times
A life so filled with rhymes

His friends would tease...

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the quaint balance that shadows who we are
comes through hidden channels from a far
while casting aside any sheer doubt
shall sometimes cringed with a faint pout

as...

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Wonderment at existence - mine
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign.

With my scrunched  
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder precise circumstances 
that linkedin yours truly...

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Mariah was quite the painter,
oil her favorite medium,
she didn’t do postmodern crap,
old masters showed how it was done.
She made her fame doing portraits,
liked to stream,...

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We are in Lexington and it is 1847

Emilie laughs, and we smile,
and still we read aloud together.
Mr. Lincoln likes the Niles
Weekly Rigister--especially
and of course the...

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Mysterious



You are all that is not known or explained, the remains of explained, and kept secret yet, 

Uncontained, mysteriously maintains the mystery of loves name,...

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Beauteous lass Thy wounds are bleeding! 
Crowning crowning where thou go on? 
Mothers weep and babies  feeding
Crowds on crowds and trumpet blow on! 
Wearest...

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