Best Stockpile Poems

"The Book According to St Lovejoy 1:3 (Part 1)"

1. 3’s the Number so here we’ll commence
I’ll start moving while the non-believers
sit on their fence
A very...

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February winds pound the siding scattering sand left by the snow plows through the gray angry air. The house seems full of small noises and...

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Two squirrels gathering nuts and foraging in the woods.
Scurrying about sniffing and prodding things weren't looking to good.
A storm was a coming so frantically they...

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Imagination of my heart, be still
Is it not true that thoughts define our world?
And bring to light obscurities that thrill.

For in the mind, new ideas...

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birth, creation, dark, death, earth, history, metaphor

OUTSIDE-IN---INSIDE OUT! ©   TANKA

Very green flushed carpets
Sky blue azure topped ceilings
Tree branched sofa chairs
Mirror sea rippling four...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations...

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See
by Michael R. Burch

See how her hair has thinned: it doesn’t seem
like hair at all, but like the airy moult
of emus who outraced the wind...

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The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled
The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide...

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Let's melt down all the plastics that will not biodegrade
and form some giant ice floes to replace the ones God made
so Polar bears will have...

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flower, god, rain, spring, winter, dance, birth, sunshine,

GRIPPING ROOTS © TANKA
 
Birds chirp spring’s sunshine
Rain showers the ground outdoors
Plants begin to grow
Gripping roots draw nourishment
Mother...

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Two million soles collected
One million souls lost
Can humanity recover,
From the holocaust?

This stockpile of shoes
Is a reminder and clue
That what happened to them
Could happen to you.

Auschwitz...

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A drought has come to human stage
That makes me glad I’m of an age
Where memories of rain at least
Remind my soul of winsome feast,
A time...

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this paean to the place name sans title of poem actually mooch oh years decades? ago, when my youngest sister began her decades long residence...

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Fork in the road which  I remove to eat my eggs.
MIssing ketchup  for my sandwich on the  city museum steps.  
A...

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I dig the magenta gel
you view the world through, brother.

But, at
the same time it has been nigh on
a year since my candidate won the election,...

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