Best Personal Poems

oh. dear. gawd.

another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing in torrents to a
head-scratching conclusion that
leaves lips numb and dripping clear liquid,
fingers combing deep the
strands to tear out in horrid...

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Personal Memories - Three Generations


Three generations in between them now so kindly lie;

sweet great granddaughter and great grand-papa can now belie
 
those years.  She reads to him, and he so tenderly sits by...

two children now, they share these moments that now clarify

the bond of...

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Mugsy and Milo

Meet Mugsy, the pug with mostly tan hair
and Milo, a Chin. With nary a care,
they each chew a bone. They seem a sweet pair.
Cousins are they, and a fun life they share.
To break those two up, you better not dare!


Written March 23, 2016...

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 How grateful I am
Having been created to be always
In the heart of Jesus;
He poured out through me,
His unconditional love
To my family, friends
Students and to everyone.

Career is my precious gift,
It's the greatest fulfillment.
From Him, I had received;
In this way, I can serve Him
As long as...

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save me for I have sinned
I have shot a man for nothing
I wish I could rescind 

I've committed grand larceny 
to pay rent and countless bills
I've stolen many dreams
For a void that must be filled.

I've been sworn to secrecy
to leave my past dim.
Shed no light...

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I love you too much 
To let anything bad happen to you 
I love you too much
To see you do bad things 
I love you too much 
To do nothing 

I wont sit and do nothing 
I will stop you 
Even if I have to...

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The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.

Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.

In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the...

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When I was young.....
My personal beauty was of great concern to me,
Now that I am older, wiser and mature..........
My personal beauty beauty is of even greater concern....

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Now if I shoot at you with live ammo that's personal,
Words just don't hack it, most thoughts too bizarre
To attribute to anything short of dementia,
With colors that dribble, fake tears! Spayed guitar!

Sounds so high strung with guts, from such different cats,
Tones all bounce off life’s...

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Listing A Personal View Of What Poetry Is
    
    1. Poetry is a stone,turned to expose to searching winds once hidden earth.
    Robert J. Lindley

    2. Poetry is art, mind painted, heart colored...

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Hurricanes Up Close And Personal

As of this writing, Florence is intensifying and threatening the shores of the Carolinas.  She is dangerous, even in her early stages and may pattern herself after Katrina or Irma.  Should she do so, the candles, oil lamps, flashlights,...

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Best be on my way 
I need to take care of me 
I must prune my garden vines 
and let the flowers breathe 
NOTHING PERSONAL 
I will walk away from you 
not because I don't love you 
but because I want to drink 
from the...

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Under The Cover.
.
You can never ever
Tell a book by it’s cover
As I was later to discover
The Lady in the Nursing home
The old man across the way
All have a story to tell
Hidden away
.
Some people I’ve known for years
Have suddenly touched my heart
And left me in tears
When...

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Coffin lungs unhinge a chest open bare, 
fragile skin ripping thin as bat membrane-
flutter in waves of vapor, from the heart that beats itself,
                     ...

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in the desolate
          solitary hours
    when fear trickles down my spine

  time is my jailor
    closing me behind its doors
         ...

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