Best Passively Poems

When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick
Collaboration with Robert Lindley
8th March 2019

Town was quiet, its heart barely beating
midnight hour came and went...

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As our patience wears thin
We encounter the Moment
Where our frustrations
Boil to the surface

That deep part of us
We choose not to reveal
Even to ourselves
Is the legend...

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When Night Brings Its Stillness, Silence And Tick, Tick, Tick

Town was quiet, its heart barely beating
midnight hour came and went so fast
moon and stars blinked...

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I came as an unaffected statue
Halloween depiction depicting everything
vaguely-leaving margins for misinterpretations
like hieroglyphics deciphered by illiterates
scawling crayon scratch book reports

Walk in these shoes
Feel the pavement...

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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
                ...

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Gray shrouds cover my way
sets the tone for the day.
Our silent sun sends
rays running round corners
slowly beams burn off -
melting morning misty mind.

As I tread...

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An animal control officer
tugs a pit-bull out of a backyard.
It is snagged on a long pole.

The animal is eager to cooperate,
its large head lolls passively.
Crows...

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An Outrageous Case of Illegal Immigration

By Elton Camp

We hear much about invasion from Mexico
But the U.S. northern border is the way to go
Aliens can, and...

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You penny-posing loafer
You’re worn, through and through
Like us, puh-lease say we’re over 
Before I fly-salt your food

You’re worn, through and through
Like the new burn-holes in...

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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety! 

Crimes of...

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Poet's Pre-Notes: A poem from my 8th week in a Stanford continuing education class offered on the internet, a study of free verse and structure....

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I have a hardbound copy of
"The City of Hartford 1784-1984"
although most of this coffee table story
of unfortunate events
takes place between 1850 and 1950s,
before and after...

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Where is the nation once united under God?
Broken is the moral compass that guides her.
The people sleep while the devil is at play
like a fattened...

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Monk's shaved pate
thick pelt around edge
leans over book

                 ...

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Slipping away is the time; seconds pass slowly like a racing tortoise
The clock never seemed to be less alive, dead
Is it true about, just a...

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