Best Resided Poems

I can’t breathe

still in my shackles
no chance to escape my isolation
cries of anguish emancipated
from an awareness that is unfree
the stain is but human made
a long...

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Another Christmas season has arrived, at last
  and like so many others from Yuletides past,
    I'm glad some things have remained...

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I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy

A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in my...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years...

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they’re sensitive my words
exposed wires
like veins hidden 
under the scars
of too many verbal attacks 
like swarms of vampire bats 
who puncture the night
turn the downpour...

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A singular speck
So rarely noticed
More often removed rather than studied
But here you are, you made it
In view!
All we crave and despise 
'to be looked at'
I...

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I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine,...

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"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors...

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As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in...

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I watch the tears fall from your eyes, but then why am I mad? …This is the day I was 
told about, they said I’d...

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He stood at the French window fascinated with the storm outside.
Thunder boomed as lightening formed serpents in the ebony sky.
There would be no rainbows beneath...

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Quiet Please                       ...

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ANIMAL COURT

I relate this story from my room in the Quiet Vale Giggling Academy

A reader might find my story hard to believe
BUT!
At one time in...

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Gone, and gone with love!
Up forlornly went my breath
Down my body sank, of death 
I but recall, in love with you intensely how I fell...

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Romantic
teacher, writer, fitness enthusiast and self-proclaimed movie critic
who loves family, friends, and food,
I play with words, explore interesting/controversial topics and celebrate life;
feel grounded in my...

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