Best Suckers Poems

An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high 
And in...

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Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting  “Trick-or-Treats.”

And eagerly we’ll each collect 
Confections in a bag.
Fellow...

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I took my periodic stroll through the local antique store today.
There were the usual horse collars, clocks and various sundries on display.
Havin' no need fer...

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It"s ten to one  in the morning. 
i"m lying in my bed. 
I have so many men to kill
there buzzing round my head. 

My...

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Twas winter ninety-seven, all around the town
Houses lit up magically, parties all around.
Boyfriend says, come with me, to works Christmas dinner,
Dress up chic and sexy,...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With...

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Deepest Memories and Thoughts 

A little child
with big wet tears

An early love
a crushed heart

Feelings of utter loneliness
other people’s cruelty

Jagged-broken glass
a big toe bleeding profusely

Crying in...

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Perched high upon the escarpment
of sandstone rubble, the boy sat,
shaded from the rising of the sun
in the shadow of Kings.
Sharp eyed he preyed 
upon the...

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What are the soul suckers
 that forcibly cleave to you?
What do they mean to you?
Why do you let them steal from you?
How many more times...

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My people I have seen seas of pains
With series of painted assaults and
Hatred from elites of illiteracy
My people no not again my people
For it is...

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The USA is not perfect
  never has been
    never will be 

Unlike Russia, which has
  ‘no alcohol problem’ 
 ...

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yaw rap per cushions red like muffled punches by the fuzz who stops speeding bullets engraved on their tombstone, a family made bringing safe streets...

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Early morning on the road,
Babysitting duties call.
Traffic outbound's mostly light,
Heading to the suburbs' sprawl.

Suddenly, it all slows down;
On the GPS, a flash -
Point three miles...

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His love had blind tendrils,
each had many suckers.

She pressed autumn leaves
into a shoe box with scraps of erotica.
She tucked damp poetry
away for later.

He came with...

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Growing Up Poor
Miracle Man
1/26/2024

As a child
An empty oat meal box,
was my drum.

Two pencils,
fashioned my only sticks.

Didn’t have many suckers,
just my thumb.

But I had oodles,
inside my...

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