Best Spent Poems

Life Spent All Alone 

I felt such joy when first my hull met sea.
'Twas years ago before my shattered shell
Was tossed and ravaged, fisherman and me
As we grew old together, now I tell

The story of our lonely life at sea.
There was a maiden who he...

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I'm a message poet,
with a diamond pointed pen
I crack the hidden safes,
and take a honest look within
Things people wanna keep secret,
dark things they don't want coming to light
Corruption sealed in steel containers,
safe from any purview or oversight
Let the blood from my ink of truth
seep into...

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Life Spent - All Alone


When I spend time at the old nursing home
     to see a loved one in our family,
it breaks my heart to see those all alone
     just sitting, waiting, by the wall to see

if...

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For once this is a poem that really happened to me a long time ago.
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Sometimes I recall some deed of the past,
Why, that day I was really aghast.
I felt angry and humiliated
Decision taken made me frustrated.

I was just fifteen or so at that time,
A teacher...

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I spent a day with you,
gazing into your 
sad green eyes—

I could see that 
you were placated 
with the thoughts 
of death—with 
being without—
with being 
unheard.

I am afraid 
of entering that 
void alone too—
but we all must
and will.

But I 
sit near you and listen
because I...

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To my Best friend Bridget.  She is still "the wind beneath my wings".

And through each hand 
It travels its path
Leaving behind a glazed eye
And disoriented  smile
That frees the soul

And the smokey room
Clears-
An understanding
Of unimportant jokes
Sets her mind in laughter.

And the next one To...

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And how was my youth spent?
what a shadow of a childhood
lived with daydreams in the sunshine
Punch and Judy, Howdy Doody
drunken snows and cancelled Christmas
Fifties fever busy bellows
pumping, pumping life for lasting
lonely only lost in lilacs
understanding not the learning
nor anything concerning
hearing words spoke loud and ugly
school...

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Fool spends days at rainbow's end,
in search of gold that's never been.
Frolic is the hour we all crave,
not a drop left in the grave.





9/20/19

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We must seize the day is what they say,  
We are here but for a moment, here but for a day,

We must awake and not forget to contribute, love and play,
We know that none of us are here to stay,

So go share your love there's no time...

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The day draws near for me my friend,
 for which my time on this earth shall end.
I have lived a joyous life, or so they may say
Exploring this great earth, day after day

Running through the woods with all it's great things,
watching rabbits run, and hearing...

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Looking back upon my years,
some thoughts bring laughter...some thoughts bring tears.
I've made mistakes...I can not lie...
the question that I ask myself is why?
What made me choose to do or not,
the answers for years I've often sought.
I place my life upon a scale...
the tears collected in...

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A day spent in nature is better than most
From the verdant grass to the mountainous trees
The chirping of birds and even the bees
The wind blowing through your hair
The smell of flowers in the air
Make you want to stay outside all day.
If storms come to your...

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Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast, 
at a potential cruel fate no witty.

Upon return home from an Antioch...

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My thoughts, not like what can be written on paper -
A paper so thin that you can see through,
onion paper, yes,
are not worth citing still,
they are just empty words, like yours
or others that resemble someone like you.
No need to feel "oh, so insulting"
just think on...

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Where did you fly off too bird,
the trees where your babies live?
New camera was out of focus,
but I heard the squawking loud enough.
Mother came out ringing the dinner bell;
did she know of the crimson sunset?
With the sound of birds in my ears,
I ran to the...

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