Best Runways Poems

just within reach?

things!
lots of things!

stuff one could collect,
especially graphic novels
with a writer that made you wish
you had a photographic memory
so you would never forget even one 
consonant or one vowel he wrote.
with an artist who used a pencil
like Van Gogh used a paint brush
except better...

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THE CITY AND THE STATE OF PLAY TODAY

No one worries about morals today 
They follow the rules they create
So to them all is ok
Those on the outside looking in 
Are the only ones feeling queasy 
As avarice and selfishness triumphs
So easily 

Good corporate citizens they...

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The Real Christmas


From Black Friday to Christmas Eve,
presents to purchase and wrap. 
Office and family parties, visits to relatives
platters of food and gallons of alcohol.
Trees dressed to the nines in dangling baubles
and twinkling lights.
Continuous Christmas carols blaring from radios
and loud speakers.
Wreaths and decorations to adorn...

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Faces come at me as stricken
as graveyard moons.

The supermarket hangs heavy,
laden as it is with neon anchors.
The aisles are runways for empty eyes,
a few sections contain searching bodies.
 
She turns to me at the check-out,
she has me tagged;
wine bottles from the mark-down bin
rattle on the...

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Welcome To The Black Society
Welcome to the dead society
I hope you make through it this poem
I hope I make through this poem
I hope gunshots don't make  it through this poem
Forgive me black society
But I have some issues to address
7th Avenue Corner Street of Failure 
Is...

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HAIKU #12,044-12,048


Our mind is lighthouse
Capturing land sea sky with
All of life's runways

Our mind is like sponge
With its filtering system
That's alive like us

Our mind is labyrinth
Much more friendlier than foul
By grace from the Source

Our mind is structure
Of a hospital with church
And revolving door

Our mind is gateway
To...

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I used to move as fast as cars
runways built in space and mars.
I would dart as far as I could trace 
the words moving off the chart

Every other sound that rhymes 
Feels like argh, I paint a corner squiggle
argh, I’m bankrupt, gridlocked power struggle
argh no...

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This world is a bewitching illusion
The spring, the fragrant flowers, the chirping birds
The waterfalls, the sky, the valleys, the clouds
Are nothing real but delusion.

The gigantic snow clad mountains and fathomless seas
Are what is called optical illusion
Our eyes are so designed to see things in nothingness

The...

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Transparent figures walk at a flirtatious pace
On world-class runways, with no expression on their face
Parading styles you can't afford in your possession
They are the ghostly models of the latest, greatest FASHION.

A millisecond blink, a click, some weird noise,
A virtual reality for all...

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Favorite Toys

Matchbox cars and helicopter pads,
Airplane runways and little people lads.
Thomas the train and Dora dolls,
Remote controlled trucks and bouncing balls.
Flash cards and coloring books,
Magic sticks and fishing poles with hooks.
Rocking horse and a three wheel bike,
Racing cars and little tikes.
Don’t break the ice game...

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moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation

not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause

tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes...

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Cat Facts 

Cats have been known to bark at night in Indonesia
People there don’t like them and find them pretentious
For insomnia cats count lives, 9 if I’m not mistaken
If you throw cats from airplanes they won’t die
Provided the planes are parked on runways 
And the...

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The peril coiled does not replay
the beauty of notes teamed relay
some carry over, some parlay
is echoed by the sounds that stay!

Within the music's balanced chords
that building up, intensive, scored
to sense the freedom, soul's restored
some empathy of runways toward!

It is this movement I contrive
as word to...

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I miss those
Morning grass underneath my feet
Or listening to lifetime stories on repeat.
I ask you, my son,
Where has that all gone?

I miss that
Wind flying pass my fingertips
Bubbling pancakes ready to be flip'd.
My son,
Where has that all gone?

We care more about
Baribe dolls strutting down runways
Doing whatever...

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"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from 
The father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning"
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