Best Thrift Poems

My first ten years (or childhood), I'd say were pretty great.
although my confidence could easily deflate.
To be a teen - For this I could not...

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"Of two sisters, I was the follower and she was the adventurer."

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My island slept for years in the care
Of Tainos, Caribs and Arawak
Their canoes on the sea breast bare
Dreaming of milk from manioc
The swamps unscarred, trees...

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Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind.
Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have
Candy Tufts from...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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Poverty stands close ready to knock
Bare essentials just those
Much love, human companionship
Lessons in life imposed

As a boy he learned to work
He didn't love it but...

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What a shock
Literally an earthquake shock
Strolling through the thrift store
And there he was, an employee, of all things
taking stock from the shelf and packing them...

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Sometimes at evening when the sun goes down
I light a little candle all ready for love
I am older than Luther, soul of soul unbound
I bridge...

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As I checked my mail one day as I always do,
In the box was waiting a package with no clue
Of who it was from, from...

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I often binge on things, but not bad things.
I like good movies or good TV shows.
I choose to binge on things that me glad.
Ten hours...

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Jesus was at Bethany, in the house of Simon
When a woman with an alabaster flask in evidence
Would anoint Jesus with ointment as expensive as diamonds
Making...

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Dead Man’s Shoes

They were leather. 
Black, brown, and green. 
He wore the best, 
as his feet were his weakness. 

He had strong arms, 
strong legs,...

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She was strength and magic
Timeless and tragic
She was diamonds and dust
  Just when you had her attention you lost her trust.
 Refined and dignified
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Growing up poor and Chicano in the barrio
parents working in the fields is all we know.
They tell us to go to school and learn all...

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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
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