Best Thereabout Poems

Melanie chopped down the trees
(Not by herself, of course)
That Jackie planted, just so she
Could get on her high horse.

The critics all swooped in to say
It’s “empty,” “cold,” and “white,”
Replacing all the flowers 
That were colorful and bright.

My favorite comment goes like this:
(Or something thereabout)
“Who switches...

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Unique: I need someone to hold me and tell
me it's alright.
I need someone to hold my hands and feel
my pain.
I need someone to kiss away my pain.
I need someone to look into my eyes and tell
me my faults.
I need someone to stay by my side...

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Temper so beastly, troublesome and wild
Anger quite disturbing which isn’t defined
Nuisance and discomfort suffered by loved ones
Two or thereabout, the usual age for this display
Rendering everyone around alert and agitated
Unnecessary hostility, care givers undeservedly face 
Markedly disappears with more years grown....

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From the cradle of birth through the complex of life,
to finally the dungeon of death,
generational instincts react when there’s strife,
so a new order, takes its first breath.

In a pristine held valley with forest and stream,
where beauty and colour stand out,
odd shapes have a reason designed...

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Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,

experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire

lacked positive role...

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I was sittin' on the porch today reminiscin' about this and that,
And my hometown came to mind where I grew up as a feckless brat!
Life was lived at a slower pace it seemed, back in that place and time.
We didn't smoke grass but stealin' watermelons...

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At the corner of King and Far West Street
A newly arrived German family
They'd given birth to one
We were twelve or thereabout
I saw her in twilight of Hit Parade on radio Belize
I'd just walked barefoot from my yard
Never made it to Jim, the grocer next door.

I...

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Cataracts are bothering me, checking it out
Blurry at best, peeing in the sink or thereabout
Walk into walls
Drink ethanol
Lately by mistake, I've even eaten sauerkraut...

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On the last evening of a wonderful weathered 

                        summer, flitting between the branches 

       ...

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The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to...

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The mother carries about her jutting womb,
pains, torments, fatigue… her daily companions.
For nine months or thereabout no one relieves her
of the bulk, and the toil attached to it.
At labour she is—oh! It’s unbearable!
If a baby girl she gives breath to,
She raises and nurtures her to...

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Momma lies in the old, old cemetery --
[A space] and then her third grandchild
Stillborn after long, disappointing labor.
Now largely neglected, I go when I can
Seldom seeing a living soul thereabout,
I put money in a caretaker’s wooden box
Hoping he’ll mow the old section clean
Of thistles, and...

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La Cucaracha

By Elton Camp

It’s not out in the cold where cockroaches hide
But in warm, moist homes they prefer to reside
If you’ve got them now, but never had ‘em before
They may’ve arrived in a sack from the grocery store

Be assured that if you see them when...

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God does not always respond the way one expects.



Its branches dressed in luscious green leaves
From the young look of the spring season
The cherry blossom tree had lost its sheen,
The petals of its flowers faded spread around its feet.

Of its pink blossoms, it had been so...

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Upon Discovering A Wishbone...
(to late for Hanukkah)

I attach very
little value, nee doubt
to farfetched linkedin
phenomena brought about
when breaking off

the larger section
of a wishbone,
sans effortless knockout,
my dominant hand
did hold out,

while yours truly pretended
to freak out
with a playful
twist and shout,
no matter aye attribute

"FAKE" good luck,
thus resumed crafting
this poem...

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