Best Paraplegic Poems

Little boy with a toy gun
Dreams of all that might be fun
To be fully clad in combat gear
And go into battle with no fear
A hero...

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I have been called a sex god
It has been said that
I radiate an aura of pure sexuality
I stopped telling my friends stories of my exploits...

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Contrary let’s have a conversation  
Let’s speak to euphemisms 
And pregnant letters of anagrams 

Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos 
Sensing...

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Life on the flip side,
  A state where souls can’t hid,
And the proverbial eagles glide,
  All of love will be satisfied,
To structure, will...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side 
randomly dictating its capricious ways 
lacking logic the tossing grips us...

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being born started it
awakening amidst fire
heat, I prefer cold
homeless, what we had, is gone
broken family moves on

parental split cries
leaves divided broken souls
our goals, torn, unfold
illness...

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on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote...

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Can't decide if there's anything ever  worth sayin'
Done a lot in 23 years but feel like I've done nothin'
Opportunity cost, I hear the clock...

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What evidence do we have that businesses receive financial as well as other nutritionally healthy benefits, 
by co-investing cooperatively within health-developing community cultures?

What are financially...

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Hot tamales door to door
Knocking on doors along the sun baked street
Ten inch sub rotting on the dusty ground
Souls breaking under my feet
In pile of...

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Everyday when his dad came home he was waiting there
This was the special time that his dad always had to share

He taught him to throw...

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My fetal alcoholic bipolar:

“sometimes I experience low anxiety
and act like a happy drunk”

“sometimes,
like when entering new places 
and situations,
I experience high anxiety
and act like a...

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Paraplegic 

Wheelchair, catheter

Racing, dancing, maneuvering

Colourful rims and frame, colourful little person,

Singing, rhyming, mischievous

Surgery, bedridden,

Me

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6th place in Diamante contest
Sponsor Janis Thompson
October 15, 2016...

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The word Abstinence is an abortion waiting to happen.
The word Prudence is a psychopath waiting to kill.
The word Temperance is an abusive husband waiting to...

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Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know) 

Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light 
on the Word:
Truth—

I hear 
said the deaf 
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—

I...

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