Best Switching Poems

""Child's Play""

You go down like rain,
A wishing star in disguise, 
You scream bloody murder 
-the perfect two-face disgrace
Your lips forever stain and reside with Benedict...

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"You are welcomed to your room at night, everything is in the same familiar place. It's been long day. Climbing in to your comfy bed....

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As I watched my daughter playing with her son, I couldn't help but see myself in her. I still think of her as a child,...

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“Slips the Blue Satine”



Desire bites 
a sonnet ripped 
where the voice projects
through glossy cherry bit lips
down a telephone line
wrapped around long legs

speaking soft words
welcoming you...

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how many of you 
wonder how
you find yourself 
where you are now
on some fast train
that's shooting by
the world outside
and don't know why
and wishing as
it takes...

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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators...

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Faces bright with anticipation
Awaiting Christmas illumination

Dad turned the switch on at the wall
The Christmas lights twinkled in the hall

The children gasped at the wondrous sight
Smiling...

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Reporting live on the soup, with Americas MOST. WANTED. POETS.
 Standing here with our host John, 
With an exclusive update on criminal poets, captured and...

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They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping  ...

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In Memory of Jimmy Dale Still, Barrel horse rider, KIA,  Song Be, Viet Nam, 1/1/70

Old Bill,
swaybacked, sand burrs in his mane.
He stands no longer...

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Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they...

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I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden...

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FINGERTIPS  (( collaboration MICHAEL J. FALOTICO ))

 
by~ MICHAEL J. FALOTICO

I reach in the dark with my hands stretched out the window.. 
My fingertips...

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1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent...

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They are going to put up the prices
But say we will hardly notice the cost
They plan to increase the standing charges 
But spread them out...

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