Best Size Up Poems

...The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panic......

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By thirteen I was quite tall—
Five-foot seven—friends were small
Always tallest in my class
On school lines—was always last.

Friends were shorter, more petite
Always looked to ......

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...Why am I attracted to certain types of women

The ones that display that indescribable feminine trait

Demure yet with that certain openness and lust for life

Those that send out those......

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...As Miss Luby watches from her window
a moving van backs up
the driveway across the street

BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

its warning cry has a beacon-like effect
on the neighborhood
arousing in......

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...I waited all night long for your expected call
Wanted to listen to it ring and ring and ring
Needed to size up what message you would leave me
Sure enough, again just meaningless and empty
Told y......

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...I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described a......

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...Old-fashioned parloring. Dreaming
of friendship with tea and cakes.

Feathered fascinators, blooming hats,
all dressed like a bountiful bouquet.

Chatterbox of lovely talk, liveliness
in eyes ......

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...So they call me sister
Um hum, they think they know my name
I think I got him now check the game
What’s up baby?
How you doing?
What’s your name?
They call me Exotica cause I roll with a lot of......

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...When I was a child in Los Angeles, you could size up groups approaching by watching their movements.

I remember this gang of older kids approaching me, watching them carefully while looking down t......

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...December 14, 2012

Little pink coat, Mommy holding 
little pink hand, the firehouse
must have seemed a marathon away,
the longest run of their lives.

Skedaddle little pink coat,
miniature uggs flopp......

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...Try this on for size, we'll all exchange jobs,
Having new tasks just might teach us respect?
	What of a career
	 as an engineer?
                or a clerk whose books are suspect?
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...(a love poem for my son)

Dreams spill out of sleep
sift across the hardwood floor
covers the window 
in colors of May

slamming me back towards childhood
or perhaps just to the ashtray.
One......

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...She is in her 59th summers, while he is in his 60th winters
The way they size up themselves
They are what “on” toward  redeeming
And regaining each their respective separate lives before
To o......

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...Life is an uphill battle
No credit only blame
You play the cards they hand you
But there’s no meaning to the game
The rock rolls down upon you
And you try and you try again
As you justify exist......

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...My mom is a rosebush
lovely and red
but if you are careless
you’ll wind up quite dead.

My dad is a slide rule
useful and endearing
whose entire career
has been engineering.

My bro is a pe......

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