Best Playhouse Poems

On days of childhood past
and long faded into memory,
sisters played beneath a smiling sun
in shadowed rooms of bending willows.
Dainty handkerchiefs swaddled
our Rose of Sharon infants
to...

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I dig into the open wounds of self preservation,

and hear

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My gray head turns aghast,
broken glass, broken glass,
two by fours, without their walls.

Floors lifted by years of rain,
walls hanging on in vain,
nothing is as I...

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I got a lot of thoughts
rolling around in my head
Idea marbles,
colored black, blue, white and red
That’s very Afro-American of me
to be thinking this way
This ol’...

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Locks of golden hair
Embrace her angelic face
Happiness all hers
Sadness not a trace.

She dances like the wind
Ice-skating is a breeze
What a talented child
She does it all...

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Today is another day 
Yesterday in the past adrift
Tomorrow the future play
Today is a sparkling gift

Another day here we go
It's a new opportunity
Another day of...

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(This poem is not directed at innocent spouses)

Chlamydia   

Chlamydia, Chlamydia,
How do we get rid of ya.?

Take up painting,
Stay at home.
Learn to play the...

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two story abode-
old white wooden planks and beams…
oh how I loved you

strong structured built frame -
cool basement to store; protect…
a great hiding place

vast playroom closet...

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I was said to have mingled with the masses,
moving mysteriously through the multitudes unexpectedly,
familiarizing myself with countless souls, still they
don't know who I am.

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beauty, blessing, January, magic, moon, sunset, winter

A SEASON’S GLOW ©

‘Bastille’ winter-lodes wait anticipating the reserved and affected invasions of the sun’s setting rays, to lay...

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As we stop, I pull out my jar of Vic's vapor rub 
I put some up my nostrils, this job you cannot love 
But it...

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Great Lone Tree, So Beautiful



Great lone tree standing in the middle of Harper's lot
 weathering all attacks from so many enemies it has got
Struck eleven...

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Note to Readers of Previous Versions:
There are so many new vignettes scattered throughout the poem that I hope you will reread the whole thing! There...

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After sixty-six years, what remains of first love
Is just your name really, but still it lingers,
Like the fragrance of a rose petal kept in a...

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confusion, memory, poets, mind, thoughts, man, writing

THOUGHTS UNLIMITED© +
	
My mind is unlimited I am told
Forever craving a thought to hold
Even has an over active drive-way
For...

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