Best Seventy Seven Poems

What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry...

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An angel, he appeared one afternoon -
amazing, amorous, and alluring.
Beguiling her with beautiful ballads,
how splendidly he bewitched her!

Long languorous summer days they lazed 
in a...

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Do DINOS SOAR, do fish have SOLE
Do elephants have ANTS in their PHANTS
Have you ever seen a real HORSE FLY
Or a FIRE that's started by...

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She was Rachel, beautiful as her name and in all ways.
In innocence, caught up in “grown up, worldly things
Folks who knew her laughed it off...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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Lightning and thunder did clash
In ventricles within my heart
Vying whether to lash
At every part

That feels emotions
In hearts of dames
Whose love motions and portions
Laid claims

To the...

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When one makes viable peace 
Between erstwhile colonial whites 
And erstwhile colonized blacks 
To the advantage of the whites
We urge for a Nobel Peace Prize
Such...

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Seventy seven times
this how much Jesus wants us to forgive...

but how can we forgive
if the hurt or pain they caused us is:
a six feet under...

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Five years of heartache, stale goodbyes
While families part, with tear-filled eyes
Recession rules, as work dries up
They leave to fill their working cup
 
As the second...

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With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear,  
And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks, 
Speaking only to young, or...

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Nineteen Seventy-Seven Alumni

Some conspiratorial and malevolent force
     must be fast at work
     cranking chronology dial
an extraterrestrial force

...

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Touching my hand was a wet doggy.
Whatever my fate was going to be,
My dog, my hero would be with me,
If he was in terror it...

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They are on the final stage 
Of being in their Nascar cage 
Soon they will leave the Daytona sun 
And under the lights this car...

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The radio played an old familiar song
 As  they  quietly drove along
  It had rained that day
  When  they ...

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I’m trapped in the American struggle/ 
Surrounded in the alcoholic drug addicted jungle/ 
In my soul called soul I seem to unknowingly look for trouble/...

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