Best Rolled Into One(P) Poems

As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable, how much love they lavished and what sacrifices they endured. A snapshot...

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9/20/16

I am Caroline Foster.
I am fifteen-years-old.
I am shortish.
I am rather thin.
I am intelligent I guess.
I am oblivious.
I am weird.
I am childish.
I am different and not in a good way.

I am the girl who sits in the front of the class because I am expected to.
I...

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#1 
Put the toilet seat down. 
What woman wants to end up falling into the toilet in the middle of the night?

#2 
Stop changing the channel. 
Believe me guys, when women are trying to watch a soap opera, you best leave the remote alone.

#3 
Put...

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She tells warm lies through lips cool as frost,
while her eyes cast frigid glares.
Her backhanded barbs, sharp as steel,
strike like ice crystals in your heart.
Infidelity coats upon her like a sheen of ice.
Beauty and slippery deceit, rolled into one.
And yet, you stand, as a man...

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of all seasons rolled  into one
As if my life’s heyday...

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I Know You

A friend read a book. 
Something that I had written. 
When? 
Hard to say…
About?
Really did not matter. 
The key…

“I know all about you now.” 
She chimed with all serious intent. 
As if she had won a prize or a contest?

I stood very still,...

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Friends of PoetrySoup lend me your ears
Bestow artistic flair acquired o’er years.
Calling all poets to tune to the groove
I hope to inspire you to move the muse.
Recollections from past history
Themes of one’s dreams, please reveal them to me.

Thoughts and emotions, all rolled into one
Your triumphs...

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Kindred souls
one pole
of energy;
dual-charge.

Two universes
rolled into one;
impressing the
ethers with
soul essence.

unlimited
unity,
harmonic.
...

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The way of the warrior,
stalwart and true,
bending but unbreakable,
phoenix and dragon
rolled into one;
the warrior struck
will arise with a last breath,
undaunted by fear.
The wonderment of a child
coupled with fortitude of titanium.
One targeted swing of steel,
ominous doom.
The warrior is harmony,
balance of blended opposites.
The art of the warrior...
peace.

...

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The Automobile Mechanic

The automobile mechanic was originally
a car owner who carried out his own repairs
during the turn of the 19th Century.
These days, it is a person who endeavours to fix
the car problems of the everyday motorist
he is part engineer, detective, and miracle worker
all rolled into...

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“Wind Song”




When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them 
all their 
flotsam and jetsam
leaves ferrying Black Ravens carried on

Brook babbling
listened to the birds scrabbling
singing -
“I am the one!" 
"I am the...

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Life is a playground, the fun never ends.
Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends.
Doodling on the walls
Playing house with your dolls.
Chasing boys around with cooties
But only those you think are cuties.
A scraped knee covered with a Hello Kitty band aid.
“There’s...

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I am the colors of the Rainbow, with my brown skin, blue eyes
and red lips.
I am every color on the planet.
I am strength and weakness rolled into one.  I feel the Creator
in my every move.  I move around without fear of humanity.
I fear...

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That answer to that is painfully simple: I’m a disabled, thirty-something individual with compromised mobility…and I’m a lazy S.O.B...

But, oh, how I fantasize! And loath am I to torture myself by looking at all the exquisite, fabulous fashion creations by Versace, Comme Des Garcons, Missoni...

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"The Writer Within"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

It is my thoughts that I wish to share
Many nights I have fallen asleep with the pen right there
As if it's glued to my fingers, half empty glass on the table
Roaches in the ashtray, fuel for the inspiration for...

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