Best Rundown Poems

Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty 
a country gal, ran away to the city 
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables 
beat shovelling sh-it,...

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In the rundown little house where her family currently lives,
the fourteen-year old glances obediently at her glaring daddy,
nodding her head in quiet compliance
to his usual...

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      I was dressed as a witch for Halloween that year long ago,
And with my friends we were going from...

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Eileen was born 80 1/2 years ago
on the first day of winter on the ground a bit of snow
with a twinkle in her eyes and...

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FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS
 
As the bitter Northern wind howled in the grey early morn,
Sat a young child half frozen, looking sad and forlorn,
He came from...

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The little imp bawled lustily
as it lay in its perambulator
there by the water fountain
in a secluded garden
right in the middle of a concrete jungle,
disturbing my...

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She comes to bat with the score tied three to three.
Staring out at the pitcher,
she goes into her stance, 
just hoping the ball will come...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden...

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She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents a dance 
Barely enough to eat and pay her rent in a rundown seedy hotel...

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NEIGHBOR’S TREE

Eye-catching in all seasons
They say talking to flowers helps them bloom resplendent
Yes    resplendent   that’s our neighbor’s tree
Perfectly shaped
So large...

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Oftentimes
since recent past
from across that 
yonder astral plane  
someone whispers my name
over and over again;

In some remote bay 
implacable waves lash
rocky shores with vicious...

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He stood 
Before the mirror of
His soul
Wishing to look at the 
Reflection of his
Inner self

In a little while, his 
Idol appeared:
Timid
Foggy 
Blurry 
Distorted
Not a pretty...

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I’m not supposed to see nothing else for me, 
than what has been handed down.
The family farm with the morning alarm,
near a derelict rundown town.
To...

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I was working up Loch Valley logging for a local mill;
camping in a make-shift hut I built half way up a struggling hill.
I worked till...

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Connie was a cheerleader
bright white toothed smile
bouncing boobs
short skirt legs running long
through school boy fantasies
friday nights her stage
crisp November air her makeup

Robert was a loner
a...

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