Best Sides Poems

Even as a child of God -
when it came right down to it
she stood firmly on her child’s side -
not God’s 

.. and damn
how I envied that..

my friend
much to my dismay
chose a parent
as a closest confidant
breaking all laws of teenage angst
and going against
all preconceived
conceptions, norms...

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The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the...

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Many have told me it's all about "me"
every time I hear that I want to flee
let's talk it over
don't act like a rover
I always like to make it about we.



What can I say to you about "myself"
I feel you put me on a bookshelf
hearing your...

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I will send my Love thru timeless space
No other emotion shall take its place
And as it lands on the many moons
You will see explosions of their crusted dunes

I shall send it to the vivacious Venus
As she prays nothing comes between us
But some will fall on...

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In my eyes love has four sides..
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My lifetime friend, I feel so odd.
I'm not insured for acts of God.
Everything, it seems, is lost or gone.
I can't feel the ground I stand upon.

Today, we oldsters sat down to look
inside your yellow paged scrapbook.
I saw a picture and letter there.
I was frozen and...

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I’m in a psychology class and as part of it we filled out several, detailed, personality evaluations. They said these were helpful in forming a psychological profile of the freshmen classes each year and of particular interest were these COVID years.

The professor said she’d be...

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There are two sides to every story,
And the whole thing is not often heard;
For people are wont most often,
To take sides and embellish the words.

They choose to support their favorites,
Causing one to bear all the blame,
Taking great sport in the sparring,
And scarring the other's good...

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She stands there in knickers,
A cap on her head,
Looking tomboyish, truant and tough
And a cigarette dangles
From unsmiling lips
To warn all she’s not taking their guff.

It’s a sepia snapshot,
The 20’s, I’d guess,
The photographer long in his grave,
But the girl is my grandmother
Though I’ll admit
It’s an image...

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New mantelpiece, pinewood as heart's custom;
A waning fire's bed, her girl loving thwarted—

 ...I've sparkled my fingers' approach to this hearth.
I've kicked too long at its dousing birth.

As her skull's cracked by charcoal intent shears,
The Wintertime's frost slowly pulls out of her tears.

...You're the shadow...

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What do you see,
(I am the mirrors reflection)
when you look at me?
(I am nothing but fantasy or fiction)
That little girl
(I am cracked in the middle)
with a baby's curl
(left an unsolved riddle)
innocent and meek,
(barely alive)
with soft words to speak.
(trying to survive.)
Or do you see the mask
(Pieces...

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Death was dreaded. 
Rehearsed. 
Experienced. 
Dreaded more. 

Being told, 
Silence. 
Empty. 
Frozen. 

Death. 
The day arrived. 
Surreal. 
Nothing. 

The bond was broken, 
The memories ended, 
There was grey nothing. 
Silence. 

Silence. 

For me: 
Shock, 
Nuisances, 
Sadness. 

For her: 
Beauty, 
Peace, 
Rest. 

Two sides of death....

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                         Friends

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Two Sides to every Story
by Bob Moore

What we can and what we can’t
what we will, and what we won’t
what we should, and what we shouldn’t
what we do and what we don’t

What we did and what we didn’t
these things are part of life
what we decide to...

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Both Sides Now

Billowing clouds up above
Sometimes smoky or just dust
Bluebirds maneuvering through
While Butterflies withdrew

All my past loves float away 
As in vapored clouds today
Becoming concealed by the moon
Only returning in afternoon

  Consequently standing here
  Between the earth and atmosphere
  Taken from my...

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