Best Sixty Four Poems

It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep 
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was...

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Dale, as your birthday fast approaches, just think!
You would be turning sixty-four!
Maybe by now, you’d even have retired 
from a law practice I’m sure would...

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When the fab four hit the floor
Back in the year of sixty four
We all would scream and shout
Now we wonder what it was all about
We...

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Child of darkness, child of scorn,
the devil danced when you were born,
for demon seed from Morphy passed,
would haunt your days ‘til everlast.

Predestined to die derelict,
an...

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there once was a time of simple pleasures
like hop-scotch, marbles and electric trains
hop-scotch turnd into scotch on the rocks
when i got drunk enough to realize...

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My old friend, my "Uncle Henry" knife, has been with me most of my days.  No matter what, through thick and thin, I have...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed...

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        "Resolutions Replay"




All resolutions for twenty thirteen
Always promise to start out peachy keen
dreaming or wide awake
my pet peeve...

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This precious heirloom from my grandma
is more than a little bit worn.
Sewn with infinitely tiny stitches,
it was much used  before I was born.

She was...

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What do computers daydream about?
   Do they wish they talk back or shout?
Without a disc drive,
It would not survive,
   I’m sure...

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Thunderous silence in fresh mountain air
Dragonflies land on a mirrored flat lake. 
A trout breaks the surface with but a swirl
Hushed morning stopping to rolling...

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He sat behind the counter, 
   Inside the used bookstore.
      I thought I recognized him, 
  ...

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The Cowboy
A hundred thousand miles
were written on his face
He'd earned near every wrinkle
Did this cowboy known as "Jace"
He'd ridden cross the country
From Death Valley up...

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One-hundred percent Italian descent:
   four grandparents crossed the ocean, went
through Ellis Island, from Italy sent;
   my Italian roots, one-hundred percent.

But ...

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The invisible war, cataclysmic bombardments of frequencies,
digital layers, decrypted upon logical analysis with ease.  
The spectrum of light, manipulated by the thoughts of man,...

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