Best Shallowness Poems

Anxious, chained at the barrier hither
Musings take hold of my existence
Unsure whether I am an individual or a species
Do I contain contradictions in these multitudes

In...

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I rose not like flower or like tree
Not like eagle's hubris in the sun
Old skin shed in the divided city
Last clone of a manhood almost...

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If to be a winner, I must first suck up,
Then instead, I will gladly lose.
If to gain popularity means kissing butt,
Then a path alone I...

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Beyond the Breakers

Beyond the breakers, past the teens,
partakers of life’s adulthood dreams,
the mind swallows all it finds,
land locked living, it leaves behind.

Beyond the breakers, hopes...

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EMPTY PEWS
These seats have stories and if they could talk
You would hear of the lives that many people walk
The church filled on each weekly Sunday...

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When he came to it, he found nothing but leaves,
for it was not the season for figs. (Matthew 11:13b)

 Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him and...

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Waves around impinging ferociously
the seashore fiercely anticipating  
To settle personal retribution
in darkened murderous circumstances.
Night's  sincere sentinel exhibiting
the water’s shallowness environments
to water vehicles incessantly
to...

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Because He Gets Me 

I still love him in
spite of,not
because of-- He is
the rare one, who
even though his
arrogance at times
over shadows his
maturity; 

He is still...

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From an uncertain state of mind and hand on heart
I start on this journey to be a man, a man apart
With mother’s love, brother's hug...

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That answer to that is painfully simple: I’m a disabled, thirty-something individual with compromised mobility…and I’m a lazy S.O.B...

But, oh, how I fantasize! And loath...

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Hypocrisy within the Village Flock

As the seasons of my life changes, glorious it may not be!!
Valley bells summons the flock to chapel.
Heavily polished Pews squeak,...

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I am a prisoner of my personality- locked behind bars of firm reality,
I am a prisoner of my society-dressed in stripes to stand me out...

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You may call me harsh or even wicked
But I am more than it because I am crooked.
I may look self indulgent or resentful,
But now I...

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Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making...

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He sports some eye shades plastered to his nose.
In coolest clothes; with cell phone goes to town.
Perpetual is his strategic pose.
His glasses don’t come off...

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