Best Pushcart Poems

Winter
by Michael R. Burch

The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.

The lilac of...

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Well, bless your cotton-picking heart,

she said in that sweet southern way

they have of nicely saying dumb fart.


Sorry i didn't know your precious art

was not ...

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All About Robert
 
  

Robert was born with a birth defect known as spina bifida. A disability that has 
not stopped him from achieving...

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The LES is still there 
Spanish people playing dominoes 
Orthodox and Hasidic people 
Walking around 
The years have changed the place 
There is a nice...

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Robert M. Hensel
138 East Bridge Street
Apt A
Oswego, NY 13126
USA.
 
Dear Editor,
 
             ...

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After the deaths of Tristram and Isolde, a hazel and a honeysuckle grew out of their graves until the branches intertwined and could not be...

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Defenders Endangered

Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.  
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart...

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Here by these shores
Salty waves splash
Certain and true


Sun drenched boats
Weathered afloat
Forlorn in the wind


Noisy seagulls chatter
Endless cacophony
On jetty rails


Sea shells unearthed
By looting children
Shouting happy finds


Kites...

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The Pearl from the coal mines

The wonderful age of thirty is Sathyaprakash,
He’s a vegetable vendor with a pushcart,
At the end of the day, as the...

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You might perchance think: why this change of heart, 
But things do change. Not so is from change free, 
Give me one chance, one chance...

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At Sunday Market in Srinagar
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My son pulling my arm,
Pointing with his finger dragged me
To the little (Bihari) boy,
Selling toys on a cart
In a corner of...

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Cadaver, Godiva and Quiver
     I believe that I've poisoned my liver

   Pushcart on the ramp fell apart
  ...

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alkali streets
bleed with the dreams of
humanity, angels in
bootlegged Blahniks

flutter wings of
dubious intention
a silent wisdom of the gods
spills empty pockets ...

gilded pillars of
Olympus, brought to
ruin by...

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Everything is still, 
Everything is virtually quiet on market street 
I walked slowly down the street
listening to a silent song singing from a distance land
Then...

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Though building his own tomb,
he’s not insane.

His violinist friend’s body lies
within a glass box.
Violin tunes drizzle 
over memory.
This musical funeral, 
he finds charming.

A corpse and...

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