Best Slated Poems

Simply unaware....or perhaps I don't care
what others say or do
It's partially true
I'm through

Used to care what they think
of my words, of my ink
not anymore....
So much...

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Faraway, across a widening 
Expanse of vacant fields,
Dawns slated light is gradually 
Awaking;
And too soon new Morn's stilled 
Indifference 
Determinedly steals
Into the abstractions  of...

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He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon

He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was...

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Spending three full days and two nights at sea
Is surely the best vacation for me

Conch chowder dinner the night before
At dawn adieu to the Key...

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Past unconcerned hens that distractedly 
Scratch
Under frowning protestations from the
Sheltered Lee;
Into the cloaked shadows lain across the 
Cobbled courtyard,
Behind which squats the twisted form of
The...

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Here, as the dark city glistens 

Here, as the dark city glistens,
rain pelts unsuspecting sidewalks,
filling cracks and running gutters
Disguising stoic potholes in black,
snickering as they...

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Hux said,"My mother realized
that I was a being apart,
but if you’re all sure I’m a mistake,
then please, come stab me in the heart.”

To ensure that...

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I walked on stones
I could feel them beneath my feet
The present moment slipped away
As if nothing is concrete

I felt I was in a daze
Caught in...

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Aha - argh... oh my dog...
don't mind me muttering, eh?

Earlier today (May 5th, 2020),
I forget thee exact hour
found me utterly beside mice elf,
matter of fact...

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Unidentified extraterrestrial(s) willingly abducted me

As a divergence 
from the apocalyptical, dialectical, 
geomorphological, judgmatical, 
metaphorical, philosophical...,
I share an out of this 
(webbed wide) world,
light hearted anecdote...

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Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell...

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When Will My Nightmare End?
You left behind your fathers and mothers; 
you left behind your husbands and wives. 
You put on hold, your very lives....

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If death ends all we see
in Nature’s laws—
to be, or not to be,
with no applause—
and seas of troubles flee
when life withdraws,

then how we choose to...

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THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

 
Went to an alumni meeting last week
 Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A...

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My Village

When I live in the city
I always say what a pity.

When l live on the farm
I always say what a charm.

On the farm, I...

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