Best Slicks Poems

Our problems all began with the industrial revolution
And its legacy has left us with toxic pollution.

Climate change is real and been declared a code red
And if we chose to ignore it, we'll all end up dead.

It's not a new problem, they've been saying it for...

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Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches,
and the calloused hands of a carpenter,
where ink stains fight oil slicks,
where the soft susurrations of...

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Somewhere past the fallen limbs
Of old tangled oaks and elm
Breaking silence as lighting dims
Rushing whispers split the realm

Mocking silence with a hush 
It slicks the stones of shallow brook,
Exalting in babble with a gush,
I turn to take a humble look.

Searching fluid sounds of creation
Articulating His...

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Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman

a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile 
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want...

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The beautiful ocean with it's roaming waves
                         The ugly trash, oil slicks and dying fish

      ...

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The Rain In Spain falls gently on the Plain

In NYC it backs up sewers once again

Creating puddles that take two weeks to drain

Oil slicks abound the terrain

Causing motorcyclists lots of pain

Cursing and Swearing is what sustains 

In the Abundance of Late-Running Trains...

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Shining gold on mellow blue        Melting mass aglow for you       Floating, rolling feel the heat       Melting down the frozen sheet      Big...

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Rain seeps into every crack and crevice
chilling to the bone
Winter has arrived with a vengeance 
and summer is forever gone.
Ice slicks the asphalt, into a
glittering glistening death trap.
Here begins the slow invasion 
of the unrelenting cold. 

This grubby little mutt follows one day,
His hair matted,...

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Just like a football I am and have 
been bounced around a bit,
But only by chance of fate, no man 
would get away with it.

The football suffers silently
the grabs, the throws, the kicks.
I’m not one to take that from 
the country boobs or the city...

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North Richland Hills grew a rainbow I wanted to hold in my hand
Wand for wishing I don’t know what to reach-ask for?
Plethora is sunshine below the bow along your Texas land
Donned a different approach—your rainbow opens a door!
 
Wand for wishing I don’t know what...

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            Warmly dedicated to SMJ

      Three Sonnets Inspired by my
                   ...

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Urban Alleys – poet’s dozen contest


windblown city streets
becalmed trash waiting idly
beneath tour buses

sweet breeze that will release the steam
of gutter’s flowing stagnant stream

rats - red eyes in furtive glances 
oil slicks glowing rainbow coats

squinting sunrise peeking in the alley
tarmac trash awaiting take-offs rippling rush
night stalkers...

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The Lobsterman

She sits alone, hands gripping her coffee cup
Staring out the window at the mist that shrouds the village,
Watching lazy rivulets of moisture meander down the glass
Where is he she wonders, her imagination fearing the worst

She brightens at the crunching sound of footsteps
Approaching up the...

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supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Ice cold mic hold 
A flow that’s so ferocious 
a Higher level focus
Exposes my neurosis
bogus amateurs are hopeless
Yoga poses lotus 
Possibly psychosis 
Or Musical symbiosis
intelligent my opus 
intellectual Hypnosis  
Rhythm in fluid motion
My style so explosive 
Flammable emissions
Lead to 
Combustible emotions
My mind goes higher
And...

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My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 2

He was on a brand new ship,
The USS Horace Bass,
The KEEL was laid in ‘44
APD would be her class.

With a crew of over 200 strong,
But for most, their first time out.
In the weeks and months ahead,
They’d learn what “WAR”...

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