Best Shoves Poems

"A Silent Song"

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Blessed or cursed
Morning shave
Coffee please
Write a verse
Remembers last night’s dream
Grabs a napkin, spills his spleen
Shoves it in his pocket
Walks to work
Sits at his desk
Carries on as usual
Chats on with the new study, 
he’s on a roll, softly flirts
Quietly, silently,...

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A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his cock
It sure gives the ladies a thrill!

Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy
And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye
Even though he’s a man
He wears...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood typewriter on my desk, beside an...

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The music video is more or less a continuation to the poem. So please play it when cued in the poem text and continue enjoying the music and lyrics. 

Another bar unceremoniously has ‘asked’ him to leave
His limits he knows - to stupefy with liquor...

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Muffins, Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My! (A Bulimic’s Tale)

There is a hole in her core she must sate.
So, she drives to the grocery store before it’s too late.

She steers the cart in search of junk food.
She spots a case of cupcakes that can ease her...

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The spool of twine grows thicker
with the winding up of days,
the garden vines, yellowed, hug the ground;
the air, intoxicated with over ripened fruit,
grows loud with strident voices, the insects' final song.
The cooled night breeze shoves us gently toward the fire
and the love-large harvest moon bends...

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The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my bifocals back, I frown. I can’t remember anything after arriving at 11pm.? A cell phone rings. I stumble toward the...

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The Play Bill falls from my sweaty palm to the floor
September 8, 2001 and I'm still alive; it's a miracle.
Pushing my bifocals back up my nose, I frown.
I can't remember the play at all?

A cell phone rings. I stumble toward the closed doors.
Bending over, I'm...

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She rides into town with a storm as her steed
With clicking ice spurs, and rattling reins
With somber delivery and the bleak look of gloom
Bursting with pride as the old year must end 

She shoves her way into the house out of spite
A dooms-day gray cloud,...

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"Excuses:  A Feminine Experience"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Oh how do I Love him....let me count the ways
But I'm tired of lying to my friends....he's just going through a phase
He works so many hours so if I just get home on time
Why do I have...

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Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool
So he never thought "Baby's in love."
He fought for his rights
and he slept through your dreams
With his self-centred wolverine paralysed
 
Drove out of the camp on a bright summer's day
waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye
Phoned Jenny, then Julie, who...

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(continued from part 1)

What is innocence
that little boy
whose pulling his toy 
with it’s broken wheel
Do you think he doesn’t know that the price of that crack needle
Could buy him a meal?
Do you think he doesn’t,  know 
that that beer bottle
Is why he bares the...

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Thoughts of Wind

The capricious wind forever plays,
Rolling tumbleweeds 
Toppling old trees,
Resting to a breeze.

Mysterious wind comes from where no one knows,
Look to the sky, unseen it blows
Black clouds leaden with rain,
Then it is gone, silent again.

Wind is the witch that is jealous of traffic
It shoves...

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They fled their land to find safety
instead, they found
cruel life wherever they lived
They've lost everything
because they're that way
Their aspirations crumbled
and they lost all their aspirations.

Something I strive
to be among the shattered
in honor of the broken
Thinking about all tears that would be shed
their world caves over...

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THE HAUNTED HOUSE

The dark shadows flicker, hapless waves crash —
against the abyss a lover’s hopes dash.

Latter years, melancholic, dressed in black,
arrival of the vampire’s curse - I’m back.

A Victorian castle with misdeeds.
I sweep the grounds. Small feet kick away weeds.

An imposing door knocker — my...

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