Best Scab Over Poems

Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade
with memories, quite undefined
returning nights, upon the shade
when clocks are wound, and sun reclines

When weariness is not enough
to lie alone,...

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I would have settled for a smirk,
for a quirk of smug lips
and that trademark dimple
that still makes me crazy.

I would have been happy
with a transient...

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Cobalt stained whispers
dye darkly indigo the iris of my mind
as my dulled lapis essence
drowns in deeper depths of navy -
dragged down by steely emotions 

Beyond...

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The UK just sanctioned a jab
That scientists made in a lab
My best friend, Maxine
Just had the vaccine 
Which left just a tiny green scab

Her husband...

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Stranded, half awake 
on the exhausted ends 
of an evening, the minds
graveyard keeper sometimes 
lets occupants loose.
You can feel their cold feet
walk the corridors 
inside...

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Written: November 24, 2023
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Close-up screening will show the flaws.
Under microscope, watch the...

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These  lakes are scratches 
gouged by glaciers
from rocks new 
when life began.

Life is hard here 
soil  thin, fire common
yet Thompson's West Wind
is but...

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So many people and the various sores
Intoxicated in such a way my eyes,
That wanted open to crying their doors.

But Virgil told : “What for you...

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He woke and he got down on the creaking knees

He didn't know if God listened but  tried

His grandson was in a coma and God...

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water weeps wildly
whilst washing away your
jesting foolery.
I saw the sun annihilated
	Against backdrops of liturgy
Lethargic activity that earns
	It’s title as the Earth’s endearing child
Against backdrops of...

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The wound saddened her and the scab would not dry.

She is frayed but with dignity sews and patches herself.

Time ticks as she waits patient, alert...

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A broken promise, demoralized man who is incapable of being true, 	
A thoughtless coward, oblivious clown, this is what I think of you,

A woeful chicken,...

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1) I hate brown-nosers far more than I hate most other nosers 
of virtually any known color!

2) I will make it a point to slap...

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A gravel mountain path, is shadowed between tall 
      face ashen scab trunks, sprinkle occasional 
   carpet moss,...

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Some watching my ease
Of execution of the self
The latent anxiety unteased
Writes me off in simplicity.
Some denuding me of honor's wealth
Wait in turmoil 
For a scab...

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