Best Telegraphs Poems

Good morning, here's a book of photographs,
It has all the pictures, all you can see,
Families coming, they bring telegraphs,
Remember this one, it is just of me,
So long ago when I was only three,
Here's you, sitting under that old oak tree.

Taken at our grandparents home, your...

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I take a deep breath, then I breath out...
I breath doubts, but I guess I breath now
But my breathe shall allow me tear this industry down
Can ya feel this chemistry, About to make history
At this instancy I'll be instantly deploying my infantry
I'll be doing it...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped the train, hungry to the core.
Hobos somehow had a way...

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As the burn of fires burn
On ridges ripping skylines
The flakes of snow they paraglide
As fragile as my words;
When the seasons melt and turn,
Autumn journals fraught with by-lines,
Scripts of lovelorn suicide,
Of written pleas unheard.

As my words bring no return
From distant wires or telegraphs,
Emotional evaporate 
They vanish...

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sometimes they appear effusively ebullient
need curtailing, pruning
succinctness of clarity demands simple concepts
a fresh way to express tired vernacular
see contrasts that light and dark embody
simile is like a bridge, connecting this to that
ideas behind envisioned conditions
what is seen, what is known
cupid's arrow finding its mark
carefully selected...

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Your walk away into the echoing stillness
Of a crimson autumn sunset
Gently stepping over the leaf-strewn forest floor
As withered leaves under your feet
Bid you soft and gentle adieu.

The wild blossoms by your wayside smile
And lend you their fresh virgin fragrance
Or perhaps they borrow some from you
I...

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Doors that lead to rusty windowpanes 
Wooden frames longing for photographs
A marathon without a finish line but several lanes 
Buzzing and signal losses of telegraphs

Multiple doors and a single key
Which door would you unlock? 
A needle lost in the sea
Would you swim or would you...

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All across the nation

such a celebration

people in motion…

 

The radio station 

in my head

plays on

with Scott McKenzie this time:

 

Are you going to San Francisco?

Be sure to wear flowers in your hair…

 

I can hear every note, 

every nuance, 

every tone

of the song

as if there...

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Love notes posted on laminate:
Revisiting thoughts persistent;
Staring at head-lights
Driving through stary nights.

Stuck in motion--
Longing for somekind of devotion;
Sinking memories flood over me
Like a deluge of forbidden fantasies.

Rampant voices of love & romance
Visit me like a long lost lover;
Rumaging through boxes
Of old love letters & yellowed...

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What bridges the stale, hot air of summer?
Icecream 
Soulful pageant of flavors
A cone piled high
              Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry
              ...

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I see all things as a pattern

to be recognized and reckoned with ideas 
that are wise all things that can be 

seen and unseen 

I recognize the units that fit 
the things that slide neatly together 
the lines that form an intricate 

pattern of patterns...

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teriyaki tepee 
telegraphs telescope
temperamental tentacles
teasing testy antelope
televising tempting tempos
torturing terriers who mope
teriyaki tepee
you are the utter dope!...

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It's a Myth until it's Acheived

He doesn't take what he's doing seriously.
he goes in with a script: he's going to
do what he has planned, not taking
into account that people are watching him
and his opponent is watching him
feeling the strength of his blows
and feeling him tiring.
He...

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Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with
No trace left behind of struggle or woe;
Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials
Or the enormous good and success bestowed.

He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength.
Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers,
His steeled convictions and...

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In South Croydon station
They walked tall
Brief cases and ironed Daily Telegraphs
Back to the 80s
They spoke a Corporate language

I remember the old school
but now we are living
with Generation Z
with acne to match
(If they can ever leave their homes)
for office jobs
The performed voyager
to a new world
with resplendent...

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