Best Portland Poems

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if...

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Thrice a coin did flip in the air
   methodology affixing this state
   located Latitude: 45° 31', North Longitude: 122° 39', West
heads and tails two early settles did blare
Asa Lovejoy and Francis W. Pettygrove respectively
   knew after two tosses of...

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waiting in line.. in step... 
in monotones.. at mid afternoon.

waiting for a cup of coffee 
from a thin barista.

while outside it is raining..

outside the clouds float by in 
gray shades of indifference

 outside a few pigeons cheat the 
 sidewalks mortared lines.

 yet inside the...

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A great brain to be ever remembered

As long as history is;

A beacon that stood in an extraordinary way

When all the rest prostrate lay;

A self-made man of no blue-blood descent  

Who strove to give the ***** his trampled peace;

Before it was birthed the blessed day!

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they are green anarchist who listen
 to national public radio along with 
pseudo punk rock chick bands.

they are angry and i am pretty 
 sure they killed jesus.

 they have names like ryan and ashley
 and in the fourth grade they kicked me
 in the...

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C'mon now, let's go splash onto the shore,
Brace ourselves as we race across the sand,
Because, of course, you do know this ends war,
As we make for the place of Portland.

Under another spread sheet lies another one,
The line has been drawn in chalk again, yet again,
Another...

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It’s windy eve,
inside is free 
of the wind but
not pithy peeves:

heaven’s thousand
eyes clouded 
by lights
although the sun
-rise clouded
delights. 

against cities,
(all like-fashioned):
moon’s bow stretches
dim sky lashes. 

in walls is warmth
confinement,
anger
the winds withhold
comfort not
wonder...

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Columbia, Willamette stream
Forth their gentle run,
As salmon glint beneath each beam 
Of a Northwest sun.

The rain-swelled rivers rise and roll
Back where they began,
Like ups and downs of someone’s soul:
Seasons of a man,...

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‘Mid two trees

    Squirrels, maybe four, 
Maybe five, 
   Maybe more. 

I glance the floor
Sparse blades, short in fall,
    Scattered
 Peanut shells, fragments
 No meat left....

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Shameful Portland

Another Conservative reporter
attacked.
The police in Portland would not
cover his back.
Shame on you Antifa cowards!
Hiding behind your cowardly masks.

Americans and people of all
nations must stop their lunatic
fringe, physical attacks.
On others who don't follow
their leftist tracks.
The left is kind only to those
of the same mind.

This is...

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I know i'm not a saint
 but i might be your martyr 
even if just for a moment.
 
stranger my eyes to you.

 the ambience of two hollow 
tabernacles passing in 
silence under heavy raindrops.
 
 our reflections caught in 
the window of a coffee...

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You are my friend
For you gave your life for us
Thank you America for believing in the 
Truth
I will always be your friend
Even to the death
Thank you America...

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I drive the night because of open road.
My retreads are sounding strong.
Hauling cars up from New Orleans
Where I'm not sure that I belonged.

Traded whiskey for a woman
At a bar in Abilene.
Then a long haul up to Portland town
Helped along by methadrine.
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