Best Pubescence Poems

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It happened in a moment, during my 7th grade English class   *
As we studied classic literature; “Evangeline”,  the poem
A substitute teacher, wearing shoes of polished coal             *
His soft style,...

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In a long ago day no term such as teenager 
was inferred
Upon reaching pubescence adulthood was 
conferred
No separate entity were teenage years 
thought to be
Anymore than 20 or 30 even 93
The business of giving separate age a place 
on life's map
Has turned out to be...

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I take a four-fold spin
through Bill Plotkin's wheel
of bilateral identities,
iconic developmental faces,
ironic personalities.


FIRST comes Eastern-born
dawn of human infancy,
Innocent Sage infants
so WiseElder
in our LeftBrain emergent
wrinkling unfolding 
sacred RightBrain ways.

Searching for care giving eyes
to be sure we do
and do not know
what we are nutritionally together,
sometimes toxically apart,
too...

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours truly did flub
even though as a scouting cub
how yours truly...

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Coordinates require input, chance comes coincidentally,
Rendezvous a meeting point, your wandering aimlessly,
Vector on interception course, we cross paths randomly 
Anticipation is foresight, I never imagined such beauty,

Innocent palpitations strike, overwhelmed by nubility, 
Calibration nonessential, elegance exudes so naturally,
Reason is the difficult part, am I thinking...

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A vivarium is neither a plant or an epic entry. Instead of entry-level why not try a bulbous flow? Why? Why is a  savvy question asked by a curved arched triangle whose speech is dialect. Yo, be known by a trapeze artist! Oh a...

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Mine courtship and marriage with deadly obsession...

As September daze will soon arrive
recollections from a 
psychologically checkered  past
loom large recalling  
tragic storied days of mein kampf.

Circa early nineteen seventies:
As a mere slip of a shy lad,
(who knew nothing 
about powder milk biscuits),
I experienced unfettered...

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(huff fin Bach seat driver)...

Aye kin recall when both offspring
     (yay high) as a small child
and now ma deux daughters
     (fledgling young chicks
     though they be),
     flew the coop,...

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There is time to watch the eagle's talons
grasping what it may, the arrows or the wheat
creating legend some will fight for, creating
heritage they didn't fully understand. 

I saw the children's feet
upon the wooden stairs, concave
from all the years of children climbing,
rushing down to music only...

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Young Boy in Heat

I remember when I was a kid
Maybe twelve or thirteen years old
Just on the edge of pubescence and
Becoming aware of my own sexuality
Drawn to girls for the first time and
Finding them compelling and different
Every sense jumping up when one 
Entered a room...

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A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self, and reference mine existence
as if...this mortal already died

now more appreciative than ever,
cuz...

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First Steps
by Michael R. Burch

for Caitlin Shea Murphy

To her a year is like infinity,
each day—an adventure never-ending.
She has no concept of time,
but already has begun the climb—
from childhood to womanhood recklessly ascending.

I would caution her, "No! Wait!
There will be time enough another day . ....

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Facebook, Hello Poetry
Poetry Soup, Tumblr, 
et cetera global friends).

A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self, and reference mine existence
as if...this mortal already died,

now more appreciative...

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This town where I grew up,
a watering hole atop a ravaged hill
where drink flowed freely and personal demons
were never vanquished, just boozed and blurred
into temporary submission.
Industry and open-cast scars ate like
acid into this town’s dying face.
The school where pubescence erupted
suddenly and savagely into manhood
was planted...

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Mine courtship with deadly obsession(s)
still indelibly scored within 
windmills of my mind
this July 22nd, 2020.

Imagine yours truly post pubescence
(no matter ye never met me)
all that life in front of me
argh... precious time squandered
abustle with rattle and hum of compulsions
slavishly buzzfeeding pet peeves.

Anorexia nervosa ranked
as thee...

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