Best Part Time Poems

She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny

She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan dinner dishes
Then, flitting through my mind's back door
Leaving me her messy, unfinished chores

She is sly mischief's mocking whim
She is moonlight's...

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7/2/2019



First I thought I was a writer,
But that took way too much time and effort as a fighter.
As a fighter for time both day and night,
All of those words I needed were just out of sight.
As a poet I have now become,
I will be known...

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The part-time poet chose a summer day
to search for inspiration at the park.
Distracted by the children's joyful play,
she sat and stared--mind empty, mood so dark.

She said, "The forest is the place I'll find
enchanting scenes to motivate my pen,"
but woodland creatures' noises filled her mind.
Her muse...

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Once active, my muse has gone on strike
I said come back, she said go take a hike!

I tried dipping my pen in dark ink
hand on brow; I’ve attempted to think

I began writing a very sad sonnet -
ended up with a second rate nonet!

Next I thought...

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only part-time
darting in and out
of shadows
her thoughts
languish unbidden
turning
suicidal...

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Just a part-time poet am I.
Enough spare moments I’ve not got,
so other things must occupy
my time, and those things are a lot!

Though poetry so pleasures me,
just a part-time poet am I.
My duties call. I can’t be free
of errands. . . my job. . .housework. Sigh!

To...

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There are parts of a whole and time undivided

	A poet is more than an inkwell lost in half essence

Opposites contradictions and strife for harmony
 
	An abundance of minutes and a scribe just the same

The nib scratches the surface and yet the fountain

	Emerges from the bottomless...

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I reached retirement age a year ago,
but still I like to teach and so I do,
but three days now instead of four a week.
I start at 9 and finish up by 2.
I love my students, and I joke with them.

My class most fun is an...

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A part-time poet.

Sounds like an oxymoron-

Poets work full time.

Capturing life in their minds-

Freeing it with chosen words.


July 1, 2019

Contest: Part-Time Poet
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
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My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry

7/6/19
contest Part-Time...

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I fear not my quill and parchment as
time has not been on my side….
but I weep knowing my gift has not 
been the same this year.
My depth was astounding and freely 
real; metaphors swept with whispers 
of truth.

Seasons rotate within my mind and 
circumstances revealed...

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letters, numbers, dashes, commas, apostrophes
How can somebody ask you for ID How can you Mark you are not an authority and even an authority as to graduate,
You Mark You create Facebook for better and worse,
Like wise  
letters, numbers, dashes, commas, apostrophes
Trevor Martin is death...

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If you want to be my part-time friend,
Say goodbye,
‘Cause it’s the end.
I think, I’ll cry.
But then I’ll learn again
How to live without
My fuc.king friend.
You know, I’m about
To tell you to go away.
But you can promise, you’ll be cool
And I’mma let you stay.
Now I feel like...

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For a Part-Time Hustler, every day is sunny
Money comes in and outta my hands
In need of some walking around money
I wrap my cash in rubberbands
Chicks swarm like bees to honey
Got me feeling like a Part-Time member of a boy band
Product flying off the news stand
Kinda...

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PART TIME POET


 I tried to overtake a star
Leaving behind the truth so far

One of my biggest fear which I couldn't even bear 
Was to leave things I dear

My passion my dreams 
To be heard they screamed

But because of courage I lacked it all was...

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