Best Spitting Image Poems

Aspiration


Antoine had crashed once again when tempting the desert
Freedom fighter laureate poet daredevil testing the call of

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Have you ever squeezed a lemon before?
(you very might well have and just not realized it).
Each time you grab the steering wheel, you feel determined:
There's...

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This piece is dedicated with love to J.E. Gauthier, Jr. Active addict and father. 
Only by the grace of God may he be saved from...

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Daddy Daddy why don’t you love me, wasn’t I the little girl you wanted me to be? Things with my mom weren’t meant to be...

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Who is that woman
That follows me around
She mimics everything I do
But she doesn't make a sound
She looks somewhat like me
 More mature I must confess
Although...

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OK  Let’s get started, huh?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, on this sad occasion, it is my painful duty to welcome 
You all to the farewell...

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R u ok?!

I don't know.
R u ok?!

How should i know?
I'm just your spitting image.
I have no soul.
You need to get a grip,
get a hold.
Of what...

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I make my way to the cemetery,
They won't look for me where I was buried.
I lay my love down to die beside me,
The ghosts they...

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Years had passed still I had every bit of reason to grasp/

That true essence of what he said/
Yet there was many thought's inside my head...

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This is a letter to my unborn child . .
My Pride & joy, the love of my life, my reason to live.. we shall meet,...

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ROOTS

They came seeking a future not their own
carrying naught but memories too soon to fade
into the substance of a union of hearts.
In leaving left the...

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Help me break bread at this table
Songs of my captivity
And in those four lines you’re learning to set me free
Where did you put the rope...

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You're standing in the doorway. 
Your workday is all done. 
He waits to see you everyday, 
this boy that is your son. 

He hopes you...

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She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she...

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I knew back then when I was a little boy
Though I didn’t quite understand why
That when the girls I would start to enjoy
I was bound...

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