Best Pawning Poems

Spring tide
pounding against
a rocky relationship

between the
new moon and
earth’s pie in the sky.

On an island
of one’s own making
in the mind —

like a whirlpool
when imagination
slips away

on a...

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What Rusts In The Rain
(For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs 
& Typewriters)  

It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
up as if a...

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A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named...

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Philippines is the country where we Filipinos live
Compose of about 7,107 scattered islands
A beautiful and a peaceful destination
My archipelago, my home, my little world

Yet your...

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Look at them, tangled in insignificant conversation
about politics or stereotypes of  blacks, whites and Asians, 
lack of youth education, weather ruined vacations, how inflation...

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Poor Prince Hal, just wanted a pal, a friend
Someone to drink and laugh with til the end

Pawning all his hopes on white lies so far
Spending...

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You didn't and you couldn't, listen unto the wisdom in ancient told ?
Selling exchanging your birth right but questions arise amid your mingling
With secular eyes...

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Ahead, a bear in sudden motion stands
Moves alone in the snow covered meadow
And searched with darting eyes as each commands
Pawning and bellowing on the plateau
Beyond...

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the man is dead,
words that moan like north-wind over sea mounts,
swirling through stunted grass,
over the warped threshold,
around discarded shrouds,
piled around a rough bier,
holding once a...

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That’s not my daughter,
that’s a monster. 
Growing older, breathing harder,
Finding comfort in the fury
of his fists upon her body.
The drunken hits, her bloody lip,
The lies...

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Tall men spit messianic prose
To disciples pawning choice
Their knowledge like a cancer grows
A doppelgänger's endless voice
...

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Propping up their drooping
Posture on dizzy stools,
Parched lips overly pleased, 
Pockets drained of money,
Prisoners of excess 
Pander to last resort:
Phew! Pop goes the weasel.*

[*An expression...

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when all is lost 
it hurts depending on family and friends
stuck starting over from the bottom 
trying to work back up again
... 
with all my...

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I met the dear man I would marry
Quite by some lucky chance
At big neighborhood dance.
He attended with my cousin Harry.

Harry left with a girl name...

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April...

I didn't know you very well April.
You were the start of spring,
The beginning of new things.
Offering a time for transition,
expressing a sweet song for broken...

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