Best Stints Poems

Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints

The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of...

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In-flight
In pheromone
Honeysuckle perfume
Insect antennae knot freshly
bouquet.

In breeze
I feel your breath
rustle shiny reeds
of my stints' hapless hinterland
you learn.

A vest
of velveteen
gleaming wings that trembled
Turn to a whirring...

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her mask unchanging
rippling reality stints
despair’s fiery pits

sanity tilted
crust layered with razor blades
echo touched voices

opposites control
revolving kaleidoscope
serene destruction

sketchy shadow paths
Alzheimer’s parody stains
fog filled memories


Janet L Vick...

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Feelings of
resentment, I
spurred my
immaturity, my old
man, bestowed his
lousy gift of
unwanted knowledge.
taking from him
lessons,
ungratefully, these
lessons were for
life and patience, I
saw as he worked the
entire world.
From basketball
grounds,...

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Ego between stints -
narcissistic derelicts
scope the classifieds.
Vanity cracks masked mirrors -
Arrogance need not apply....

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Jump Start My Heart



The pulse is barely detectable growing weaker every second
Oxygen, breath of life so thin the moment he went through the glass
Emergency, emergency,...

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Richard clerihewed me yesterday
Why the nerve, I should have got him first I say
Then I laugh still wondering if clerihewed is a word
Realizing that many...

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On my first trip to the outback across the endless plains,
I saw a harsh and hungry land in pastel coloured stains.
There are more secrets out...

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Addiction II
I listen carefully to gage what you are covering up
To hear if your words are slurred
Or your outlook too bleak, 
Or if you have...

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we're living in an era of ignorance 
we lost our innocense
at fourteen your too young to vote but old enough for death sentences

these politcians are...

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Pocket-Memories
           by Odin Roark

Layers of love are never lost
Even after a good bath

How long had...

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Tongue of Media

Book of James, Chapter 3.

Must be tongue of media that is massive
Say things in voice either active of passive
And then later found to...

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Once "City of Big Shoulders,"
 Stockyards and industrial concerns:
  A man's self-worth measured
   By muscle and energy burned.

Today the stockyards are shuttered,
...

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Written November 19, 2015


Paint it with Tom and Tiny Tim
Then have thanksgiving dinner with your aunt Lisa and your crazy uncle Jim
Here I am
Uncle Sam...

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A trip down memory lane. In front of a windowpane, my paint brushes search for a landscaped vista... a frame to capture for a lifetime...

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