Best Pacifiers Poems

There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When the world seemed to be against you
Yet, still,
Your blunt eloquence welcomed me home

Then, your “rainbow”…
…shat
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3 polished oak fans,
Swirling in robotic unison

High maintenance socialites,
Sipping on Merlot fallacies

Lemon yellow coated walls,
Flat,
Like their smiles

Comparisons of dangling Porsche & Bentley keys
A glorified day care center,
Pacifiers included

The muted virtuosos speak softly in hymn dialects.

Courtesy laughter in snob’s octave

Their heads twitching side to side,
Left to...

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When I was just just a little girl I thought I knew it all 
But as the years passed by I have never felt so small 
I never knew what life would be like without you teaching me 
But now I'm lost and am scared...

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Man, it just doesn’t pay to try and live in the day. Crazy full up, crisper, sharpest with an undepleted uranium core, burning burning burning, knowing it’s all **** and nobody pays attention, “quiet desperation,” hell! I just want to run in circles, scream and...

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When we search for truth
To end our troy with a mending truce
Many will come
From winds of directions
To translate our fears
While pacifiers display feign happiness
So shall cajoling tongues clash
In some ironic debate
It's that time of the year
When words are the fervent tools
Employed in crammed crusades
Sweat,skin and...

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Ya know….
I’m not here to play video games with my neighbor...to build another world on some 
other plane of existence...I want to be engaged by more tangible realities that 
fester inside the scope of society… not to fiddle in some artificial plot that seems 
just...

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A final letter from the heart my love



You sat in Vermeer’s room, maid by side;
As daylight positioned at your writing place,
Decanted through the stained glass view-
Where she did stand; there; observing
Those that came and went.
Your quill did match your heart that morn’
For it beat your...

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Should I write in rhyming words
are you babies I should coo
and speak of love and little boats
and of Dr. Seuss’s zoo.

Should I write of baby dolls
in rhyming words oh so sweet
Are you babies or men all
aged and complete.

I should coo and speak of love
of pacifiers...

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Altruism accorded by amazing assurance
Brightening beauty with brilliant benevolence
Coloring creation in captivating contentment
Delighting dreams by discovering discernment
Energizing easily with endless enthusiasm
Flavoring feelings in fulfillment and friendliness
Glorifying God with glimpses of goodness
Heartening hopes by heaven’s healing hand
Inspiring intense intimacy by inducing indulgence
Jauntily justifying jubilance joining joyous...

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Pensive, empty faces
Young and old
Keeping idle chatter
Above the noise of squirming, squealing babies...
Mothers forge patience while stuffing tots with
Popcorn and soda pop pacifiers.
The clock, under constant scrutiny, glares back
The hour,10 a.m.
Someone mumbles 'I've been here since 8! '
The nurse, in her crispy white, gives an...

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RANDOM REMEMBRANCES

Listen to what I am going to talk about
Because I swear there is no doubt
Listen to the following truth I have to say
Us junkies have changed the world in a very profound way

Next time your baby is crying for his pacifier feel the middle...

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RANDOM REMEMBRANCES

Listen to what I am going to talk about
Because I swear there is no doubt
Listen to the following truth I have to say
Us junkies have changed the world in a very profound way

Next time your baby is crying for his pacifier feel the middle...

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RANDOM REMEMBRANCES

Listen to what I am going to talk about
Because I swear there is no doubt
Listen to the following truth I have to say
Us junkies have changed the world in a very profound way

Next time your baby is crying for his pacifier feel the middle...

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                On the Soup we have broth and bisque 
                and the odd chowderhead with...

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Love, I take it my hands
Like a baby
Its hungry mouth yawning
Its dimpled cheeks smiling
Its skin unblemished 
By strands of memory
And me aching
The aching me to be again
The freshness of its presence.

Love, I look into its eyes
Searching for meaning
To the beginning 
And the ending
Of what we...

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