Best Peddling Poems

Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a...

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With pitchforks and torches they rode through the night,
their goal was Milton Creek, by dawns early light.
A surprise attack was what they had foreseen,
led by...

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Pondering The Sad And Fateful Decision

there he sat
his brain peddling along
heart fluttering in space
and that bright summer sky kissing his face
mind recalling trouble
her face appears
she...

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Looking back at the summers 
Way back then, when I was ten
The golden sun was still a friend
And the world was good, around each bend

I'm...

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Soros with his little pet crusty the clown caught red nosed 
our country needs a king with a backbone to defend certain rights 
not this...

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Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius...

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For Silent One's - Mamma Poetry Contest

Where is the love, Mamma?

Through broken Louvre blinds, you're ever watching
Rosary beads clicking prayers on repeat mode, uttering
Your plethora...

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When I’ve gone
to the place
where my fathers’
have gone before me 
and the last tribute
has been paid to my memory,
may my singing words
crack the silence with...

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MY heart rate raced as I sat and marveled at
this machine. A Cervelo S-5 carbon Bicycle.
This must be a dream! 

So Aerodynamic and efficient with...

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My nostalgic trip started in the train station, where I gazed upon an entry hall that resembled a faded photo in a faded album. I...

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Staring with your dark panda eyes, 
Lips hinting a smile, 
The carrot offering, 
You beckon me 
To play your game of souls. 
Will I be...

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I learned on a relic...quite bent out of shape, 
          rusty and dented..... and not even...

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The skillet hung near the old wood-burning kitchen stove.
Aside from her family, Mom considered it a special trove.
With that blackened old pan she prepared delicious...

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Well, Pop is resting now.

He didn’t get to go home on Thursday. The Oncologist 
wanted him to have either Hospice or Home Health Care.
 ...

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One small little country which houses 
one of the highest paid governments 
in this modern world joke ran upside down

A big part of our life...

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