Best Ribs Poems

As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be...

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Once when my soul spoke,
you betrayed every word.
Then your tongue promised
to only sing with sincerity.

I danced for a brief while, 
lost in your angelic orchestra.
Until...

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You had me oblivious to your antics, 
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek 
into your hide and seekable 
soul-surrendering secret relief. 
There, you...

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red rooftops appear to glow in rainy-day haze
lost in memories of pre-war bliss
     she looks up to watch them bleed

pain is...

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Do Not Trust a Word, she says

She speaks of sunken treasures the way no one else does
The map to her heart is drawn by the...

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I want to swim in the golden rivers
of your heavenly haven,
wading through every swirl and twirl flowing in splendiferous streams.
Taste of your warmth courses down...

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awoken yet still dreamy
i float towards the window
by which i wait
by which i dream
peering through the fog of reality
i think of you

how I love you...

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Adam of Love
barely knew what to put 
in black and white
with the Light in his heart
the dark able to look through.
A man of wealth
warmth and...

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The heat of the street more than you can take
hem hiked high above your bony knees
spread slightly apart so you can breathe
sitting in the stifling...

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« In love, mother.. ! »
sobbing words
an echo, like no other
the chokes and the pain, I recall
who was to blame for all that did befall?

What...

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I'm so tired, I just want to sleep.

It's the same bull**** everyday.
Now that God can't save me,
I feel like making a deal with the devil.
He...

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Theres a man in the sky, can you see him hiding, crouching behind the grey mist rising. 
Thunder and lightning seems to guide him to...

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Sam Ebenezer
a sad ol' geezer
was lamenting his shrinkage of late:
my worthless ding-a-ling
is a bell without ring
my manhood in diminishing state
 
From whence I salute
is thin...

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Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed  " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof...

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Kiss me,  I want to lift you skirt flying
Inside my heart like the wind
To dance on clouds of joy my kite
Embracing time, to hold...

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