Best Steadier Poems

It's like a flamin' maze out here
where I'm looking for a name,
where hawthorn hedges line the fences,
and the crossroads look the same.

I'm up and down seems every road;
I've criss-crossed east to west,
as well as going north to south,
where I am cannot be guessed.

I've been through...

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Stan the Man--Stan Lee a DEDICATION

He who that says that he is I am
I am Stan the man
Stanley Martin Lieber was born on December 28, 1922,
In Manhattan, New York City,
n the apartment of his Romanian-born Jewish 
immigrant parents,
He who that says that he is I...

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I’m sure you don’t remember me
Yet forever branded upon my memory is your evil spree
I was far from your only victim
You and your pack bullying ever so gruesome 

You first noticed me in the 7th grade
Only late in high school did your interest fade

I was...

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Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.

Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.

Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive 
adolescent-curious 
rudder,
manipulated by...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be his investment 
in Earth's living future plans.

I hope and grope...

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The lights flicker
As the candle flame
As it grows weaker
And grows more dim
The howls are steadier
The feeling of grim
Drip drop
The sound of blood
I try to hold my breathe
That's too much
The stench
Too much death
Voices wailing
Of pain
And of agony
We're alone
But nothing is sure
As long as they exist
I'll live
Continuing...

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A wishful tale of man's potential taken (with great liberty) from the story of Samuel Bellamy

A frigid blast of the nor'westerly breeze,
the coldest wind upon these seas
ripples the leathery skin of his cheeks 
as he scans the horizon for what they seek

Their quest's not one...

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When I am searching for a healthy leader,
a wise teacher,
a mature mentor,
I look for someone who knows from experience
when a family member dies
a cherished part of her or himself
also is lifetime lost.

I look more for someone
who at least might feel,
even for a short moment,
that s/he...

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A role I’ve become with no recollection
Of when
Or why it became me

But it has 

And I look at your eyelashes when we’re lying beside each other 
And I understand a little deeper 

How a woman can mold herself to be another
How a woman is when...

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The world isn't fair, the world isn't right,
and I can't control how I'm feeling tonight;
but I can control how I react to the pain,
how I live my life while dealing with the strain.

More than two years down the line from that verse,
the first half yet...

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Pieces of me
 swollen and sullen 
come to peek through my eyes
From when I was raw and young

I have stayed so long in my skin
That sometimes I forget what it feels like
The sensuality 
Of when you feel every movement
And every moment
Now my moments ferment
I taste...

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How can I say what I'm like?
It's easier 
to talk about you.

Or them.

My mother
was like peering from the dark and cold
through a window to a fire-lit room,
full of odds and ends from times that were concrete,
decadent with materialism... routine.
You can only see the outline
of her...

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Dog footed deep rooted fist and fouled
Cankerous flea infested unglorified scowled
Floating above the four walled space
Drowning not thyself but every chequered face.

Wing wilted uninhibited web footed guest
Seeking not short lived stay but being adept
Burying your nailed claws in every nook
And the floor space
Even deeper steadier...

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Well, let it pass, it was only a dream
And dreams are made to melt in air
It cheered me with a passing gleam
And are realities bound more to fail
Or do they foretell a steadier beam
To gild our thoughts and soften care

Hope was wild! The mountain-rose
Brightness from...

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i have music, mayhem and meaning in my life. a score for more and a part to the strife. i’m grounded but not without a flight plan. a steadier step for a fall apart man. It’s like i mean it and seen it. it’s a...

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