Best Norms Poems

The human heart bears the scars of lies,
cause deceit is intrinsic to Man.
And should the bonds of trust unravel,
Reality copes the best it can.

Betrayal is all too familiar;
feeling trapped, with no way to retreat.
For when life's non-receptive to dreams,
you get trolled by failure and defeat.

Wanting...

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Playing with Forms while Breaking the Norms

Debuncking it
Slam duncking it
Saying “the old is gold”
ain’t nothing but junking it
“new is true blue” is cool a way of funking it
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To argue that there is one better form
is to express your preference for a norm
Yet free expression is...

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Sad to witness our falling norms,
it effects all governance forms.
Lack of tolerance and forbearance
tilts the union's nonpartisan stance.

We reach for mutual toleration
it's the savior of this fair nation.
Rid us of political hypocrisy
to secure American democracy.

Hard to admit, but at its base
the core question is one...

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I met Danny at Norms on the weekends
it's a cheap coffee shop that serves
decent apple pie and good steaks
sometimes there is a long wait for a table
other times we hustle right in

Danny was waiting for me at a table tonight
he waved when I came in,...

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some may remember the
long past remainders of old
early twentieth century years

wars and depressions wracked
cultures to the ground and people
shared with poor hungry strangers

most workers were of a manual education
with poor language and academic skills that
reflected a whole society stressed for decades

now times are different rules...

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Why fear corona?
Practice social distancing,
Stay locked in, wash hands

18.4.2020...

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Oh throw off now the virus swarms
This too shall pass like a wild storm
Different ways of lifestyle forms
In oneness humans will conform
Look for emerging novel norms
Hopefully help experts perform
Kindness touches all that adorns...

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I can't wait for the leaves to go
release their grip and slowly blow
I hope the wind blows really hard
so the leaves land in my neighbor's yard

I am prepared for the coming storms
in defiance of the changing norms
I'll build a SNOW MAN, make SNOW BALLS
fill his...

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On the lap of the foundation of love the smile sits like a wall and peace sets up as the roof of nature’s perfect structure called children where there is no love,smile and peace let not to sit there children as by all passed norms...

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There will come a time 
When thinking of this year’s Covid 19 rhyme
Will  we wonder if we did the right thing
Following the rules and what they bring

The social distancing we have practiced
With washing hands and being less interactive
How will it end after society being...

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I unconditionally love the eutony heard by
my soul when I hear certain words.
zing, zip, zeal, zest, zealot, zipper, and z,
are particular favorites, for several sing-songy reasons,
slithering into my dendrites in a pleasing way.

South reminds me of my dad’s Southside Gang,
a group of six boys who...

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He lives his life in a fear of poverty and abandonment so,
He works his ass off,
No Leave him, this guy can handle it.
Need a drink? 
Who the black man? 
Nah he can handle it.
Over time? 
The extra hours?
Black guys can handle it.
Give it to the...

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What’s to love about skating?
Maybe it’s the feeling of being as free as having wings?
Escaping the world that held’s the blades of ancient kings 
The norm that causes the destruction of art
And the deterioration of mankind’s heart
What’s so wrong with skating upon Saturns rings?
Wishing for...

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Who are the countrified?
The too-soon petrified 
Who wooden gods deified,
With them identified;
Their ways not modified…

I see The Countrified 
In “Norms can’t be defied!”
Who had gin edified,
With kernels satisfied…

Their cherished game slapstick, 
After meals fingers lick:
Those who meet the sodden,
When much damp the wooden;
Dew-soaked their monthly...

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I need a second to breathe.

In the mirror, I trace the lines
The weight of my body seeping out the confines
Nineteen summers yet shadows remain
I wish and I hope but my thoughts are tangled in pain

I need a minute to think.

I scroll through the pictures, everyone’s...

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