Best Recriminations Poems

Stood upright, between two roads,
On a thin metal rail,
A solitary, brown coloured bottle 
Of beer,                              ...

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If this is my last poem, a masterpiece it will not be,
nor a poem of sorrow written deep into the night.
No self-recriminations or guilt. That is not me.
By nature I’m a sonneteer. My poetry is light.
A song of happiness and gratitude I’ll write.

As imperfect as...

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you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse

how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to...

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There is never an ending
		to the spending
	a world of paper
and plastic to collect
and horde
	clothes
	and cars
	and homes
	and jewelry
	and fine wine
	and paintings
	stocks and bonds
	vacations 
and expectations
entire vocations 
	devoted to 
disguising the numbers
the Caribbean masquerade
to volumes of recorded
purchases and voices 
of invoices
making
	discreet
choices 
all
to extend  
the accumulation
of dates
and...

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Shame,
a shroud,
has fabric
woven from the
dark, anguished threads of
self-recriminations
and of inadequacies.
Caught in its twist, the frail weave on,
constraining themselves in self-loathing.
Unravel fibers of despair. . . Unveil!


For Skat's Any Old Poem #7 Poetry Contest...

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for Bebe Rexha


There's one thing
     that's constant
          "you've got yourself for life"

Eveything else
     comes and fades:
          recriminations, repercussions,
 ...

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Juat past the far river levee
Your dream abides wide awake in America;
Step slowly on the first path
Without signposts...
Run in your own language
To everywhere,
And you arrive without traveling.

Be calm tonight -
Unless the useless premise
Of your lover's full blown lies
Brings you down too hard...

No tears in public...

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The rooster crows
Heralding a new dawn
Yet sleep is beyond me
That basic human need has deserted me
Leaving me in a whirlwind of thoughts
Contemplating, scheming
For what else can I do?
Reminiscing, remembering
What else is there for me?
Musing, pondering
How else can I survive?
When all that I ever wanted,
All that...

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Diet always on my mind…
When in bed, in bathroom, 
When taking showers
When in the gym, in sauna, swimming pool;

When looking in a mirror
Taking pictures with my cell…
Comparing myself to other women…
And so on and so forth…

Then good intentions leave me
When I enter my walk-in frig…
I...

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If wishes were horses
We’d all take a ride and possibly this time
We could come inside
Without picking up a VD-in-the-box
Or a latent addiction we just can’t detox

Mind, body, soul, heart, head and feet
imprisoned deep 
in a concrete complication of humiliation and revelation,
Pushed off bridges that cross
Dreams,...

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A being, whole and complete.

Not on this earth to be your treat.

Not for one second, to fulfill. your
perfect expectations.

Never browbeaten to meet societal
recriminations.

These clouds, ominous and forever
flying!

Blustery winds, without kindness.

A hurricane demanding that you be other
than you.

Until the very second of your dying!


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deep down that your moon would always be crescent 
that there was a lack of light that I needed 
that wood, when dry, splinters 
that a house of cards is 
weak 

I know… 
that a full moon offers all the light I need 
that I...

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The time has come
to generate the retrospective
ambiguities etched in stone
perplexing to the underside
of the recriminations
sliding to the conservative right

The dance goes on
skittering and sliding
along shiny glass floors
powered by locomotive
puffing into clouds,
you gaze into space

Dreams of a more envious
pastoral speckle intuitions
of a well developed humanoid.
Beyond your...

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How is the ex treating you?
Somedays, it's a bit like a zoo,
Recriminations and regrets,
People you'd rather forget,
Amicable divorce not self-evident,
Happy-ever-after not manifest,
Added to your survivor baggage,
All part of your mental baggage!
Somedays, it's a bit like a zoo,
How is the ex treating you?...

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Nobody has the slightest clue
but there are no leads, either...

We have made sure of that.

The paradigm of who we are
has been
put forth and created
by the ones we love
as much as we created
it in our own minds

it was made
blow by blow
blade by bruise
and with hot and...

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