Best Square(A) Poems

Along this foggy daybreak stroll,
I tread along the intersection
between Mabini Street and EDSA boulevard, 
crossing number 25 Ortigas Road.

I breathe in the same grain 
of Manila pollen and dust itching
my throat ; an acrid mound of city garbage
gathered by rain’s aftermath,
as if to beckon another...

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Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —?
Was a boy who wouldn’t shut a door!?
Winter came in that year of yore-?
Sleet blew in and covered the floor. ?
Summer came with its bugs galore—?
Flies and gnats, cicadas and more. 
?At last his parents, irked full sore,?
Shipped him away to...

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The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her black Ikra near Black Sea
Hundreds of kilometres from Kiev and from Moscow in Odessa where heresy breaches

I beated her wings...

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Is this the weekend, by the way?
           (I always think it’s Saturday!)
           Load the kids up in the car –
     ...

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BAZAAR

Can you call it a bazaar
Where only one vendor
Her face strained
'Looks' pale, apprehensive
As if caught in a snakes' chamber
Yet searching for a potential customer
Desperate to sell products unheard of
Of human species, bizarre more bizarre

The seller in her early thirties
Skinny as an empty nylon bag
Frail as...

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WHAT?

Thanksgiving’s on the way
This had crossed my mind
But what?
While shopping the mall yesterday I came on this display –
Who could miss it? – 
Shelves and shelves full of teddy bears    nutcrackers
    dolls    delicate ornaments  ...

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Busy square around me sucking me inside
Keeping me from seeing what's on the outside
Building shell surrounds me squared off like a hide
Standing on a corner; a square; a block; that's wide

Quilted district patterns are mapped across the land
while larger squares protruding shows zoning had a...

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(do enjoy frolicking gently imaginatively)

County seat, of Mason County, 
   Washington, United States
westernmost city on Puget Sound 
   above ground sans tectonic plates

population 9,834 per 2010 census 
   end result from biological mates
maintains commission form 
   of...

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What is a square, a shape, container quadraphonics, a traditional rollerskate
What is an atrium, a fireplace, a closet
What is a boxing ring, a gymnasium, blackboard 
What are a checkerboard, deck cards, crossword puzzle, jigsaw puzzle, dice
What is a bed/mattress/ boxsprings/sleeping bag
What is a swimming pool,...

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by Michaelw1two

 Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq,
 it casts an orange beige;
 fiery though its blister stare,
 the horizon is still a dusty greige;
 visual spectres shun its light,
 twilight’s shield released its guige;
 haunt these streets my squad and I,
 my sense perceives vestige.

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Ever snorted cocaine? 
I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line.

When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, 
I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.” 
What are you supposed to say, “Crack...

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After enjoying a pleasant walk, I then spent an hour at a park,
And I relished the dulcet sounds, of cheery airborne skylarks.

The blooms were so lovely, all sultry in the fervid sunshine,
And the hummingbirds were in bliss, with their tour of daytime.

Ducks upon the cool...

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This poem, which is loaded with math terms, is to be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues.  What was I thinking?  

Johnny’s in the basement
Working on geometry
You’ll see my intent
A theorem in development
Presh is on the website 
Hit pause, scratch head
Trick...

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If the rubik’s cube was round
And the earth was square
We’d all be living different lives
Sharing a different time
There would be another tune in the air
And our hearts would sing a new song
Would we be aware of the change
When the change made us swap
From being tied...

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Down the dirt road of the old farm village,
where the sun sinks low, casting long shadows,
each weathered cottage tells its silent tale.

Creaking porch swings, paint chipped and peeling,
invite a rest for those with stories to share,
as the wind rustles through the ancient oaks.

Narrow lanes, worn...

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