Best Sundries Poems

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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The South had Fallen
Horace Greeley came callin'
"Go west and grow up with the country"
Destruction and death
They packed and left
With horses wagons and sundries
Wounded and bruised
Nothing...

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28.
So this is the  little shop
That you wish to stake your claim
Fill your precious storehouse
With sundries and fame.

So this is the commercial alter
That you...

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Never spill secrets.
Always raise the bar.
Sometimes go in hiding.
Never steal sundries.
Always look to win.
Sometimes cry.
Never arrive late.
Always appear content.
Sometimes freak out.
Never sound alarms.
Always handle it...

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Shadows fill the alley, where they lie in wait
To buy and sell sundries of a wicked kind
needles injected, gun shots fired, witnessed in
  ...

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Isolated by the shield of insecurity
The walls of paradigm unable to break through
Crouched into a small piece
The connecting door locked the border of my sanity

Long...

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One slow motion jagged tear
found me after you left me here.
Its wetness sits still upon my face
as I stare at absolutely no place.

What I do...

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I can not remember how long ago
You told me your tale of greed
It's stuck in my mind for many a year
That we should take just...

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Waking up in the year 2020,
I went to the local store
to buy some much 
needed groceries,
"what?" I said,
a loaf of bread $10.00,
and a gallon of...

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this was written after a day of snorkeling off mile marker 14 in Maui

Dominated by destinations and schedules
I can only look ahead.
Forward to 14.
We must...

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Oh, how our world has changed!
   Our days are rearranged-
this quarantine exchanged
   for freedom- so deranged.

How long- we do not know;
...

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When night markets begin to come alive;
Kaleidoscope  of light  glitters the street
As  sundries  pile,  welcoming a throng’s  dive
Where voices...

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Two true taboo nocturnal friends
Bedeviling the vernal places;
Un-men unto un-town's undead ends,
Under wrinks in mansworld's faces;

Take care me boys, wear Wolfrat clothes - 
Make sure...

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When I was growing up in Brooklyn,
Which was way back when,
We’d always get just what we needed
In the Five and Ten:

Cosmetics, stockings, pots and pans,
Greeting...

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Shall we continue the praise of the moon?
Or of the monk and the nun?
Shall our glottis be lean on the herbs?
Or on the slacken nerves?

Shall...

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