Best Sevens Poems

"Wondrous" this dynamic group,
That concocts their hearty poetic soup,
Then sit, then wait, always polite,
For comments that the others write.

But lofty are artistic goals,
As we bear our hearts and expose our souls,
And catapulted into heaven,
When we receive that cherished rate of "seven".

A "six" is like a...

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The seventh day of week and month
in seventh month of the year,
number seven dominated
when I decided to appear.
I was seventh in my family,
five brothers, Mother and Dad,
also the seventh granddaughter 
each of my grandmas had.
When later, two more children came,
I then was one of seven;
unless...

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Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium
Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart
Somewhere love, somewhere hatred
Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness

Somewhere bondage, somewhere liberty
Somewhere eccentricity, somewhere selflessness
Somewhere egoism, somewhere humility
Somewhere complexities, somewhere simplicity

Which ones to permit the soul?
To acclimatise and dominate
Life keeps changing every spur

Discrepancies are inevitable
To be water or a rock?
Will...

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Sevens, Shovels, and Spades

Dig, dig, dig. Black soil and stone
Earth worms wiggle , Decay bones

Dig, dig, dig, scatter seeds there
Sprouting, searching sun and air

Dig, dig, dig, To hide our dead
Six feet under, body bed

Dig, dig, dig, create new life
Born of earth, Feed appetites 

Dig, dig,...

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All of those words and emotions
Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind
I want to caress them onto you
But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days

I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse
The past shouldn't...

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Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular
Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option

She coveted her beauty to be paramount
It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open

Yay, Nay, or,
A night, a century, dissolves from her
Shedding a seventh layer
Shedding the eighth

The understanding of such linear artistry proves to...

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ETERNAL SEVENS

A post...a wandering beagle
how old? I count my fingers
...tapping out eternal sevens
forever ago it seems…
is way too long 
...but my heart jolted
upon reading this post…
an old dog found

5/1/2018...

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I am twenty-one.
It’s a hot, summer day in 1963.
I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base
And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet.
The parachute strapped to my back is cumbersome.
I can feel the sweat running down my legs.
Settling into the ejection seat,...

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I am seventy-seven.
It’s a hot, summer day in Florida in 2019.
I have just finished raking our backyard.
The carrot wood and live oak trees have littered
The lawn with their leaves.
I rake them into neat piles and put them into bags.
With each stroke of my rake,
I hear...

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    Bibi exchanges hundreds of murderers
        with blood on their hands

     for a handful of hostage civilians
        fueling Hamas’ evil plans

   ...

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I am fourteen.
It’s a hot summer day in 1954.
My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I 
Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon
And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio.
It’s actually called Stone Lick Creek
But the Coady’s have a camp on it,
So we call...

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I am seven.
It’s a sunny, autumn day in 1948.
The sky is blue, the air is crisp
And Old Man Ironton’s leaf piles await us.
Manuel, his handyman, has carefully raked them into
Inviting, leafy mountains
In his mansion’s spacious front yard.
They look like termite mounds on the African plains.
I...

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How many wonders of the world have you seen,
they say, the number is seven, but I have never seen.

I know the seven deadly sins of the earth,
am I guilty of any, will they destroy , and hurt?

We know the days of the week number seven,
many...

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The people came to Alberton
To honour the man whose life was won
For he played the Port Adelaide way
And Russell Ebert won our hearts we say

His family spoke of growing up in the Riverland
A family who built a pride that still stands
On the football field a...

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Roll the dice now...
hope for six, not a seven.
Crapped out, snake eyes!...

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