Best Thirty Three Poems

This plaster cast is
By far the hardest thing you'll
Ever have to wear...

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I count the steps from my bed to the door
And I wonder if I can.
I count the steps from my bed to the door
And I wonder if I dare not to.
I've spent years wondering--
I've kept my head in the clouds,
Or in books,
Or under the sheets
To...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake : Part Thirty-Three 

Just then out of the arboured portals of the hotel emerged the wily woman
Clad head through bent back to toes in black silk bulging gown
She thread her way through free-flying curses to reach Darling Dears
There the Arabic...

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We watched the first trapped miner rise to light,
and marveled at the cable and the wheel,
how mountain might release essential night
to rebirth, on TV – as good as real.

We marveled at the cable and the wheel
a world of nations rigged to save a man
to rebirth,...

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Man, how lucky can
We be
That JESUS stepped-
up, at thirty-three
To set Us of Our sins,
finally free
Dating back, to the For-
bidden Tree
Like a Soldier, he went
to Mt. Calvary
And, gave his Life, for
You and Me
So, Heaven, would be
Ours, for all Eternity...

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Birthdays suck therefore
I refuse to turn thirty-four
August third just another day
And that is all I am going to say...

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Thirty-three R.P.M. records,
Fashionable thirty-three years ago,
I had thirty-three crate-fulls,
I was proud to show...

Some are collector's items,
Or so I'd like to think,
But most are merely music,
Most would now say stink

Thirty-three reasons I've kept them,
Thirty-three long old years,
The thought of tossing them out,
Causes me thirty-three shivering fears

When...

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She's everything I prayed for even better
Everything I hoped for, when it rains it pours
And I'm looking at an overflow I'm drenched
In her love with no overcoat. Now I only boast
Because this is heaven sent, my new addiction
No prescription medicine, God prescribed it
True love how...

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I was dead thirty three years back
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Thirty-three, what a wonderful age to be,
Not only is it alliterative, but,
Funny; geometrically.
Putting this frivolity aside.
You are a wise sage, a visionary,
A much-appreciated inspiration to human awareness,
Leaving your mother and me,
In awe of your amazing accomplishments.
...

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That which so beautifully complicates you 
is the birthplace of poetry....

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