Best Parking Lot Poems

I’m so sad mom
That I’m missing the chance
To be with you on your birthday
and to watch you dance

Yet your spirit I admire
You’ll celebrate with style
With...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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A hardened and disciplined man drove to the grocery store lost in thought, 
with setting of sun, the long day's work almost found it's end.
Hoisting...

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I grew up shooting pool and dancing on the bar
 Mama said with enough buise anyone could be a star
 Daddy was in the back...

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It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless. 
Waves of muffled...

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Stopped by Seven Eleven to find absolution...
maybe some triple chocolate Häagen-Dazs'
slice of heaven., a little peace; redemption.  

A lanky guy dressed in jeans and...

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Three states
in five hours.
Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice
like a KOA campground.
A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced...

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My alarm clock was set to go off at eight
When I lurched out of bed oh heck I was late
Forgot to move on the clock...

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A true story....


Well I lived in Sioux City for a little while
Another job site, hubby and I have covered some miles

While there, my mother in...

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As the December portion of life's treacherous journey arrives,
We tend to contemplate things that have happened in our lives.
Strange that we can recall events that...

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black Friday
so long have detested you
traffic and shoppers
fighting over a cheap purse. . .
lost car in the parking lot...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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On many long, drawn out nights, his routine was to
shuffle aimlessly along dimly lit city streets.
Much of the time, his only companion was a
concealed remnant...

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As the December portion of life's treacherous journey arrives,
We tend to contemplate things that have happened in our lives.
Strange that we can recall events that...

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