Best Sparred Poems

With feet rooted into the bones of the Earth,
the old man squatted on his heels and began his work.
He lifted his saw and placed it...

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Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above...

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He the heir of ding a-ling
Not to proclaim again 
The universe; below the belt of lonesome theme 
Nothing like Euripedes scale?
Warriors! Abide no more!
Let him...

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And when I learned that you died
How can I describe
The empty
Empty
Empty

You were my boxer in the night
Sparred with you 
About every aspect of
Life

My secret tonic
Made...

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I stare at the world through slats in the blind
Which are partly obscuring the dazzle at times
There's nothing particular to spot there today
As even the...

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alone,and scarred, no hope for you to gain
that which you've sought with love and pain.
No one will ever come to esteem you a star
in their...

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Their one lone cow has broken down the fence;
we see her trundling down the dusty lane.
Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking.

Dad's face, a fiery-red, ...

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Author's suggestion - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jALL1_KdN8 - as you read
            Don't forget to continue to "23...

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In plain sight I hide, behind a flesh wall:
concealing my true identity, 
From my own flesh and blood
Willfully Forced from fatherhood
Through Adulterous Consummation:
A Daughter the...

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Guess Who She Is?

Found her in some smooth flowing shower
Where each morning God gave her the power
To write awesome poems and oh so great
So in...

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Akin a tumbleweeds  
aimlessly blowing in the wind
umlaut punctuation 
courtesy of let herd Mother Nature 
nsync with markie mark, 

(or other faux nuke heads...

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My wife and I were born only a few months apart,
I was older than her...so you know from whence I start.

When I was turning 50...

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they only saw black patches
not the pastels  
that swirled in her powdered heart

and  they rode those black patches,
down the granite rapids of her...

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A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight

exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by...

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