Best Pushers Poems

Welcome to the Bijou

Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.

The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling...

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It occurred to me
I think more and more like a poet
Thoughts jumbled with imagery
Off in my own colourful world
Small wonder there’s a disconnect
With dusty musty...

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Matchstick Bikes 

To tinkers and toilers 
     I salute, 
From mending boilers 
     to weaving jute, 
Man...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground,...

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ArtHospital - What am I?


On my back
At the mercy of pushers
Not much air, nor do I much care
A withering slow heartbeat
A temperature that flares
How long...

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I picked "cinqku" because I don't know 
what form that is, and I'm too lazy to
look it up; but if you've ever read any
of my...

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If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat,
I would choose to have a machine heart, so I...

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was sitting in a crowd but felt so all alone
No communication, everyone staring at their phone
I just wanted to return to the life that I...

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I was listening to oldies wishing the songs would not end
They carried me back to when time was a friend
A time when I wore a...

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CHORUS
No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the...

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This feedlot of ancestral glitter
how tiresome, now a  rummaged litter
a mitigated financed quitter
the addict, driven to mass rid stir!

As nature's boundaries pray beauty
the homeward...

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A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.

Candy apple red antique corvettes with white...

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Drugs
Pushers
Scum of the earth
God help our youth
Death...

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As much as we hope that eventually human nature will turn to good
It seems we see signs everywhere of the eventual unlikelihood
We see money hoarders...

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Villanelle: Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent

Wander not into a land where the indigene’s indolent
Likely as not the country will be run...

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