Best Passerby Poems

Awakening with heart and mind a-spin,
methought midst some psychotic malady.
"What hellish afterlife am I now in"?
Yon passerby said "2023".
Eyes fixed on "mobile phones" with no...

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The giving of time is a special gift-
     can never be wrapped in paper and bows.
Always delivered with love in the...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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You found me in a shadow,
By chance alone, and still.
Within a hole I came to know:
A burden; can't fulfill.

Buried nether stories,
I've welded to my spine:
Biopolitic...

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we pressed our noses ‘gainst the restaurant glass
for we were just tossed out upon our ass
cuz we forgot our Covid vaccine pass
becoming citizens - now...

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His hat pulled over the baby blues
      A  squint          a...

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There once was a picture that wormed itself into my reverie
On a gray, cloudy morning, whilst it was raining and cold.
In this one picture were...

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Daylight fades, a city pulsates, and traffic is reflected in store windows.  
Hurrying headlights come out of the darkness. 
They crisscross like dueling knights....

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A storm is brewing, dark clouds advancing in
While tears roll down an embattled face
Betraying the tortured scars within
Each tear falls entwined in rains embrace.

He knows...

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There is an ache, a hurt that makes no list.
Its name isn’t cancer or heart, but loneliness.
Its victims are usually old, but may be young.
They...

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The dewy morning’s pink dawn
When the doe with her new born fawn
Steps out of the glen
Dancing to the song of the wren
Then angel dust is...

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Her crimson heart blanches,
   broken, her soul aches
never to numb her loss.

When songbirds silently retreat
to tallest treetops, shaken
she lights her solitary restlessness.
On the...

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….And no one spoke…

protecting all about them from
the perception of impropriety,
insensitivity, misunderstanding

…and no one looked…

shielding their eyes lest their gaze
be taken as an affront to...

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The pricking sun starts to hide
when the stars unfurl their cloaks
The darkness starts to creep this evening
Oh I can feel my spirit rising

I stayed at...

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A personality fertilized by favour to be heaven’s pet
of her creation, on tenderness, maturity and beauty flirt
flexible and elastic but no one’s puppet
a mountaintop of...

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