Best Sixty Three Poems

When the auctioneer first shows it,
I feel a sudden piercing shock.
My grandma's hand-sewn antique quilt
Is on the auction block.
It is the lovely basket pattern
And her...

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Yvonne was my first love, she was only twenty
When the Angels came down and took her from me
Time is a great healer I would hear...

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It is a small investment; this property out in the scrub.
A building that is shabby in it’s ‘hey day’ was a pub.
Blackberries scramble over it,...

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Chances of precipitation zero.  Chances of dew, zero.  Chances of a raindrop, one hundred percent, as she was spotted in the sky about...

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She came dancing into church with sixty-three-inch heels.
Wearing enough make up to camouflage two pigs and a cow.
Many of us older ones were annoyed; our...

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I remember seventeen
     living somewhere in-between
I saw the world as black and white
     Sides were chosen then...

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Twelve bottles of water 
Lots of lettuce
Lettuce only
Lettuce Lettuce Lettuce
Lettuce and water
Water and lettuce
Twelve bottles of water
She looked like a war-torn waif 
Shame on us...

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~Born In The Slums.~


She was born in the slums 
sixty three years ago
by a mother out of wedlock 
delivered her all alone
In an empty dirty...

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sixty-three hippie
                       ...

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Picture it. 
		3:00 AM 
Niagara Falls, Canada
We are rudely awakened
by an intermittent buzzing
      	 very loud
irritating, nerve grating.
“What is that?”...

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The day was November twenty second,
of the year nineteen sixty three.
I saw every family member,
with their eyes glued to the T.V.

It is a day I'll...

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Necessity
- the Mother of Invention -

A Sunday walk took  me on a journey over six miles,
carrying nothing bur myself, shorts, sweat shirt, sandals.

On Monday,...

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Memories mark moments of time, passing like a carousel
  A bitter day in January Challenger exploded
  Hopes for the future of our space...

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In the heat of July, 
While bringing in the hay, 
He gave her a baling wire ring, 
And this is what he had to say......

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Running, running everywhere 
Fast or slow, do I care?
uphill, downhill, roads and grass
I just never want to crash

The freedom I feel when I run
Feels good...

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