Best Rheumatic Poems

I’ll never forget what’s her name
A PE teacher and ogre she became
For I was such a sickly child
it really made this ogre wild
Held in my...

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A small beautiful spring flower
Wood anemone, only seven to twenty centimeters long
An adorable little lady with white dress and yellow hair
A beauty for the eye...

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You think not of life, but of the moon:
still and white.  August wind chimes
like sweet bones sound a tune
of twenty-three; the somber age
when you...

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What I Love About Spring

At the astronomical vernal equinox
Appears the first signs of spring.
A new breath of life
When winter’s snow completes its ageing.
I love the...

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I am the native of interface between this world and the other
Living presently in my shrine at the Roman baths at Bath in UK
People used...

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I am the native of interface between this world and the other
Living presently in my shrine at the Roman baths at Bath in UK
People used...

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To rent a room, do you know how much I pay
Without social security and bank statement
It is more than I earn for cutting grass and...

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her spine that musical instrument
I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones
in axis, the toothed vertebra
she turned her head saying she knew
everything I know she didn't...

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Herd-mongers, schoolmarms and glorious twats
Piloting leased arks through drenched parking lots
Cadillacs cleansed of a fine week’s debris
Just in time for the polish of sanctimony

A river...

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We sit on chairs in the hall, one, two, three.
Two sisters, Pat and Trudy and me, one, two, three.
Mom, with her big purse sits across...

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as Las Vegas blood pours on Manchester in droplets the shape of poker chips scattered, dropped by a God laughing all the way to the...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have...

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Why do we feel increasingly difficult conflicts
create strong-rooted energy?

And depressingly BusinessAsUsual
penetrated 
exhumed
exhausted
extracted
distracted by runaway toxic chaos?

Yesterday,
on my way to a deep rooted tree and shrub...

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Dying Trades

The stone mason

he was old now
his hands unsteady.
The eyesight fading.
in winter he worked
inside his barn.
it could let the rheumatic
cool down to let him work
for...

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Laughter will hunger for your mouth
On mornings that break ominous, 
Though the cold shoulder from above 
Shoves from view all that’s luminous. 

When breezes wheeze,...

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