Best Of Late Poems

Of late I feel lost 
untethered and tossed 
like a ship left dead on the sea.
But no need to worry 
for I'm in no hurry 
with a dove flying circles 'round me....

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Getting a little unsteady on my feet of late
Could mean I'm getting close to that final big date
You know the one
When your bun is done
And you're ready for your last meal on a celestial plate...

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Sky as infinite as deep thoughts,
foaming sea emitting sparkles,
glances brightened by romance,
a sweet urge to dance...
enjoying the peace of late hours.



Inspired by Linda-Marie's photo ps.JT76945.jpg
written by Andrew Crisci...

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“Where have all the flowers gone,” the poet wrote
A metaphor for those lost in a cruel war of late
Lives that were wrested from home and family
And thrown into a milieu of humiliation and hate
No real purpose for forfeiting their young lives
In conflict that obviously portended...

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I received a call
That made my heart fall
They said, you passed away
I did not know what to say

I stood up but I fell
With urges only to YELL
I stood, but could not walk
My whole being went into shock

Where, oh where have you gone?
I keep looking for...

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Crickets buzz Owls hoot
                                      scattered fireflies flash dim...

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Can one dwell in an pissattude of nothingness and pay foreward a coporeal difference? Can life/lovelessness resemble any human entity that leads to something/foreverness? Abuse X Hate + Control Through Fear- Altruism and Empathy = last place in a love relationship.  
Am I linked...

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i miss the softness of her touch

cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh

   collapse

i miss kindness of time before the crash

economy in relative peace

living off fumes of postwar boom

before post-traumatic stress of recession-plagued world

robbed me of ability to fulfill my dreams

and fully reveal my...

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"Were you online again dear half way through the night" the wife said to me,
My thoughts were simply " I wish she would let me just write and be".
2010 I decided that I was going to get my real wish to take some real flight,
I...

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We had a fight
We're on a break
Our words are tight
No words of late

We used to talk
We're on a break
Our words were chalked
Each day, on slate

We used to laugh
We're on a break
Our words are rough
No words of late...

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Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.

Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I may be lacking protein,
Or maybe I’m just faking.

A certain strange malodor;
Those germs are all freeloaders.
Perhaps it is my hygiene,
My wife...

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BREEDS OF LATE LEGENDS

The soul of Bob Marley - 
Tap it from the Caribbean reggae. 
The ambition of Tupac Shakur - 
Immortalize a generational legacy. 
The mind of Malcom X - 
A monument for all world's activists.
The dream of Martin Luther King - 
Still holds...

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After ten years a night like this,
when I will be in my late thirty's;
with a healed heart and maintained smile,
I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined.
I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents',
I will be laughing for wasting months and years...

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meaty limbs of oak -
august plumage aflutter
with draconic hiss

8/19/2019
Tree Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
575 howmanysyllables.com

*august - marked by majestic dignity or grandeur...

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A short Poem as 
A Tribute to My Lost Wife.


Countless voices and memories 

May get foggy or dim  

By the flow of time stream, 

But where do they get erased, 

From the continuous petals of mind, 

What to say of friends, even life partners,...

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