Best Put In A Word Poems

Letters To Her Car

I used to get up in the mid of winter before she would leave for work
And there on the frost laced windows...

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Ah for the love of our Lord. Many folks don't understand
 what is meant by the "Immaculate Conception".
    
 I too at...

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death death and more death

will there ever be
better time to start and see
what went wrong with us

from first time we thought
would never happen to us
that...

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Get the barby firing, put on the ready meat
have the odour wafting through houses in the street;
someone half a mile away, puts his nose in...

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Off the case! Why am I off the Red Light case?
Not that Rodney, this Shadow killer case.
I am letting homicide head that one up, It's...

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You called me NIGGA
To insult me, to bring me down
To put me in a place mentally
Where I'd feel terrible about 
Who I am
You called me...

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This is the 1st Half - sorry, this is the only way to get my long pieces posted - 2nd HALF is posted 


Times were...

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The most skillful of painters
couldn't capture your total beauty.
He would be unable to represent
the blueness of your eyes,
the velvety softness of your lips,
the curve of...

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soft, yet ...
like a breath of Noshaq
you are gone in a whisper
bound for some dreamy realm (imagining)
where exquisiteness affords you
a throne in Valhalla
you dance among...

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My neighbourhood was shabby,
my home was just a slum.
My meals were few and far between,
But that's where I met Mom.

I met her when I was...

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As long as you read them, I will still write them 
I've discovered the best way for me
To tell you the things I can't tell...

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As kids this was just but the big "A" word
The known that was unspoken
Because it was a powerful a word
A word that when said would...

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I can’t write sonnet or lyric
Nor rhyme or acrostic
But, I sure can put down a word
That’s my meaning of poetry

If I were perfect
Shakespeare would have...

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You have to breathe upon them,
or simple distrust them enough
until they flare-up in indignation.
What you must not do
is take them for granted.
Each word is woman
waiting...

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