Best Squeeze Out Poems

genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since you two spoke...
when the dead sea still hosted life,
the hanging...

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a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching through dark windows
as firework flowers burst to bloom in a New Year sky,
or watching day-jaded mums
dragging snot-nosed kids to school...

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Some days you can barely squeeze out a line
   On others inspiration flows from recesses Divine

Yet there's always that first glimpse of a completely blank page
   To frighten the Muse from a poet, regardless of age

Only when the parchment fills up...

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This was only our second date...

A Black Tie Affair...

...Set against an incredible view,
vineyards, waterfalls,
a plentitude of flower beds,
all just outside a charming postcard Town.

This indeed was a serious event,
anyone  who was anyone...
and my date...were here.

A live Jazz Band filled the air
with a symphony of soothing...

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Shadiness adores you
Bleakness is exhaustin’

Now, I’m so fatigued and my volume is set way low
Because you tore me down with social media craze…
You were there just for the temporarily show…you know…
Buy me black and blue flowers for the grave of my old ways…
2016 – my...

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Approvals I Should Praise

The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.

Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In...

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Running fast thru Autumn’s dream, Vincent-bright in village winter’s light
Topaz-treed streets, eaves-filled , singing with saffron and  gold,
A Rocky Mountain cold cornflower sky over English hills
Vivid with Vincent-fuzzy ice-finger edges 
Photo-album best parts of all seasons rolled  into one
As if my life’s heyday...

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PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS

scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural
of profanity – pronouncing women’s names,
their parts and counterparts. reality creeps

from the verminous city streets.  the mundanity of
laying out private jewels as a juxtaposition,
where silk and careful hands of morality are much kinder

and richer.  but...

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I have to admit I’ve got a confession
About my unhealthy obsession
Other kids love pop stars with all their heart
For me it’s the Bristol Stool chart

There’s seven different types of poo
With pictures that give me a clue
to how long the poo’s been in my bowel
Poos that’s...

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TIRED     KINDERGARTEN     TEACHER 


I love their cute,  fresh, open minds
But teaching  comes in different kinds
One day  I succeed in  planned  teacher-telling
The way to do things properly 
Next day  I  fail...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide ...
The worries and joys of back-to-school preoccupations ...
Hours spent raking...

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We fight for our lives,
We fight for our freedom.
We live for pride,
We live for honor.
What is our lives without freedom?
Some think it is not worth living if one cannot obtain freedom. 
Others would disagree and praise the hand that feeds them,
Even if that which they...

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When life gives you lemons,
squeeze out every drop.
Have you a drink, 
because thats all you've got.
The taste maybe bitter
But in time, that will change.
Just add a little sugar
Sweetness goes a long way...

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As I walked holding my overnight bag,
towards the steam locomotive,
the air in the hot night so sultry and steamy,
my clothes clung to me as I boarded,
the train steward showed me
to my cabin which had a small fridge,
which held microwaveable foods
and in a corner some popcorn...

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“In no time, made myself indispensable
I bask now in the sunshine of my popularity
I have made the young and old my minions, 
Giving each one what he wants

Snippets of news, served in lightning speed
A magic world unraveled at the click of a button
Making you sedate...

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