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 history of human trade
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...For My Children
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool
Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenad......

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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 unchanged
      Although the furniture has been rearranged.
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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 life –
As a matter of fact quite recently –
I had just f......

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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 perhaps.  Yes definitely years.  The blotched rusty brown stains, yellow......

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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 red

you’ve neve......

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...Drained of opaque innocence
Perfected by your toxicity,
I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun,
Searing deep within dehydrated pupils,
Stripping my soul of all humanity,
until your siniste......

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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, street wise scholars.
Conkers,* glass alleys* a......

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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 my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval......

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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
tr......

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An old stone cottage stands on the seafront
Abandoned and alone
Windows covered in sea salt and cobwebs
Its history and story unknown

A small white cottage with good bones
That has weathered......

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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 be happy, blissful, content, and victorious, so then why am I 
sad…
Man, today I met......

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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 the heavy dark clouds.

The unco......

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...Quiet Please                                                                                                                                                            

I was born and grew up on t......

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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 my life –
As a matter of fact quite recently......

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