Best Public Square Poems

 There once was an old man from Thomaston
Who was lying, cheating son-of-a-gun
Out in public on the square
Nailed was he in open air
Still dodging bullets...

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The Sheriff, not a pleasant sort 
Was learning of a bad report
About a soul, Who stood defiant
And swore an oath, to topple tyrants

Who once was...

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One's poetic ability, yea willingness, to speak
Truth.
To stand, soul-naked, as it were...
Whilst your poet enemies stone you or avoid
you in the online public square.
To swim...

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I stood too long
in the public square
strangers wearing masks
desecrated my presence
tossed paint upon my visage
roped and toppled me
shattered my past
erased my future
all because I paused
to...

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A Renga:


Midmorning sunlight
White roses climbing the fence
Next to the driveway

On a Saturday in May
A rooster pecks at the ground

"It's in the details,"
The lawyer looks at...

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A few of my favorite things

A few of my favorite things 

Looking at paintings of Cezanne Rembrandt Van Gogh and Rodin 
thinking of their lives...

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I was born with an empty packet
filling it with enticing products as I grow
I’m yet to be forty and kids at ten
are already wearing stained...

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Spiritual truth, is like an elephant in a public square.
When its the only one, it can't hide anywhere.

So, How do you hide an elephant in...

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For western civilization, is this our contribution?
The king is staging another public execution.
Even though blood will be shed, it will get plenty of attention.
It will...

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prices goin' up,
prices goin' down;
quit playin' with our pockets,
we're wearin' a funky frown!

every time the prices drop,
our hopes are ridin' high;
just when we think the...

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iconoclastic, aortic valves..

 toppling through stone nerves
 seperate the steel brow, the cement 
tongue 
 and holy mother from her child.

 yet still the public...

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The sacred lily of antiquity;
                    ...

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Here we are in the village of Morristown, New Jersey.
It is September the sixth in the year of our Lord, 1833.
French immigrant Antoine LeBlanc went...

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Some say Great Britain is the dirtiest nation in the world,
As a sign of respect for the Jubilee and our glorious Queen,
We are initiating a...

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There are monkeys on the television
    Making others unaware.
There are monkeys practicing politics
    For those about the public square.
There...

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