Best Semi Poems

A semi-silence is my world
I reach out to touch the total silence
and embrace it with my thoughts.
Hearing aids are unreachable. 
Insurance does not pay
and the constant ringing is 
deafness, creeping ever so creeping.

I reflect now in the semi-silence
with ringing muting the real world
on dragonflies and...

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Into this quiet realm oft do we tread
this quiet place where nought is ever said.
To wax and wain within the mindless air
which fills the clogs and clicks we find in 
there.  Why then we bump into that thing 
again.  That thing we can’t...

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Heartbreak for England
Three Lions fight to the end-
Belgium play-off next.
Cinderella Croatia
Blazers' first World Cup Final...

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Semi - Biographical Limerick 

There sat an old guy on the stoop
Who considered his poetry poop
He tossed it aside
Then attempted to hide
Now here he is writing on Soup



Inspired by Tim Smith’s Limerick, “The Hot Mom and The Pool Boy”
and a “poopy” comment Jan Allison left...

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The wind it seems is staying on the ocean whipping up the sea
The waves tumbling to a smart chop on a shelly  sea urchin shore 
As there is no wind from the mainland but coming from the oceans side.
Trails of fresh green seagrass are...

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Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A voided coloured counting ball is many balls on cruises to oil...

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Dad has ordered a new shed,
he'll site it in the shade
replacing the one put out by
the local Fire Brigade.
The wheelie bin is full of food
almost a three course luncheon
with sausages as black as coal
and harder than a truncheon.
Home made sauce clings to the sides
like toffee,...

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Umtiti's header
Les Bleus to World Cup Final...
France on a hot streak
Bastion of confidence
Second trophy in their sights...

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Drifting, my excellence
Blonde air-line.
Comme ce comme sais.
Bungalow Bang
Leave my space. Richard Gere in my car.
Space-Fraud
Sickening Mercedes Benz
Woah- woah. That is.
Plastic Coke
Metal Cork. Colour the Heinz.
Lovely 1980 arrives...

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Headphones on and volume all the way up. She uses music to escape the world. The beat of the music is the beat of her heart. The rhythm is loud and disorganized. All of her feelings harmonize semi-perfectly to form a dismantled melody. She wraps...

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the rig sails on
the captain at the wheel
steel billowed crosswinds
and Willie's gruff twang

come back...maybe not flip-flop 
rigs riggin' is sailin', movin'
waving goodbye to yesterday
I'm a stowaway into today

ahead is clear horizon
aft is crewed distant past
the ropes taut, creaking
and diseal's low rumble below

port is where we're...

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Pure is the white quartz
As it dazzles in the sun.
Treasure its charm....

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By the time you rolled up
I'd been walking for a couple of hours,
after the Grahamstown kids
were probably done with their lunch.
The back of your four-by-four
was the most comfortable place
I'd imagined I'd see that day.
And after a few good jokes
and some stupid ones too,
you dropped me...

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Tristesse fell in love with a Duke
The Duke thought their love was a fluke
But tonight at ten
All over again
They both fall in love with a spook!...

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“Do you ever,” she asked,
“write a poem 'bout someone that
you wouldn't show 'em?”

I had to think on that one.

“Not really,” I finally answered.
Her gaze begged for more.

“My poetry's true
while the venom I spew
tends towards the prosaic
and souls sympathetic
to my in-the-moment
human condition.

I'm lucky like that,
havin' snake...

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