Best Press Poems

I grew a beard
while waiting for you
it looks more and more
like I'll never get through

My left ear was aching
I switched to my right
This perpetual holding
has no end in sight

I wish I'd have noticed
before such great cost
that your phone number spells out
800-GET-LOST

Though I pressed '1' for...

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Broken pencils-

                 but not broken spirits...

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He undresses rumor to reveal lies
this is how the desperate man cries,
Extra Extra he tries to sadden ya,
a bundle of rancor rambles from the shambles of his shame
finding form on a page of purely personal pathos
what he can't have he taunts,
flaunts falsehood as fact in...

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Enlightened by God’s truth, abide in His will
While His entrusted tasks you fulfill
Labour for Him, trekking stewardship hill…
Press on, God’s servant*; in His peace, keep still.

Enabled thru Christ’s strength, work for His glory
While claiming His assured victory
Love Him, reaching out to others thru Gospel…
Press on,...

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Trump was playing with Betty Boop
When suddenly he had to poop
- Coronavirus scare -
No toilet paper there!
But FOX News picked up an hot scoop!...

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every year
he shakes me
emotions
falling
with flakes
inside

this ball
wound up
playing
I'm dreaming
of a white
Christmas"
does he know
i'm dreaming
of his touch?

he sits stirring
his cocoa
while my 
thoughts stir

every sip
allures
imagination
yearning
desires
to feel
the press
of lips
inviting
against mine
the flick
of tongue
whispered secrets
against flesh

the feel
of his edges
within
the trace
of my fingertips

the pulse
of his heart
in the echoes
of mine

the rise
and fall
of his...

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If we were tomorrow’s headline
would we be missing lovers 
reported as lost without a trace
or simply declared guilty 
by the court of hearts and souls
traitors to the quest of love

have our stories to each other 
simply become yesterday’s news
like day old doughnuts
cheaper by the dozen

there...

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dear  mr. electrician
you're a man of distinction
thank you from me and the spouse
for rewiring our house.

you have worked hard
no wire out of place
you toiled and sweated
nothing neglected.

but we will not pay you
and here's the reason why.
we will send a patronising letter
tell you there's no-one...

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Now press that button, press it if you dare
Before you do that though, are you aware...
that when you press that button, you agree
That there are thought police; no one is free

Now God forbid that we should talk of s*x
For if we do, we'll be under...

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ABOUT   THE   PRESS


The media, the press was established as an institution to fight for humanity and human right as well. To serve as a mediator between the people underground and the so called ruling class, thus between those at top and...

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The sound of the presses
   While they run at high speed
      The reporters and editor
         Trying to fill a town's need

The feel of fresh newsprint
   And the smell...

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"Catch that cloud with an upturned eye,"
Said the spy with the sourpuss, sober cry,
When or whether, the weather of feathers fly high,
What are we but watchers of the sighing fly?
Whose wings chop winds with whirling rolls,
Bent in the front of the centerfold gold,
A pyrite prison...

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Do love...not for prize or reward....
The warrior or soldier goes into battle simply to serve his or her country.....

Like a tax preparer that never touches refund.....
only putting in work just because.....

and would reply, "look! we won!"

Doing a deed from the heart.....
is better than doing it...

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A listing of the fires 
and all the survivors 
will be provided

Names of the dead 
are written on broken cobblestones 
at the bottom of the river

The sheet music 
is in the morgue - reconstruction 
of the falafel carts will commence at dawn

The Liability Brigade 
will...

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How I long for the days of yore when telephone communication,
Was with a living, breathing mortal in meaningful conversation!
Nowadays, when conducting business, much too often I hear,
A mechanical voice spewing perplexing babble in my weary ear!

First, I listen to a litany of their days and...

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