Best Typecast Poems

In junior high, I learned to type –
I visualize the room;
Typewriters lined up in rows
Is what you would assume.

That is correct, although one detail
Isn’t what...

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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived...

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I am a product of my next of kin
so in their image, through evolution 
determined pigmentation of my skin
of human historic distribution,

a complexion that I...

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Labyrinth of Sighs 

Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs 
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why 
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go...

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This is western society,
How much is distorted realism?
Talk in sinister sexism,
Casually call criticism,
Typecast fashion femmes,
What about men?
High heels or no,
They'll call you a ho!
You can't...

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POSTSCRIPT TO A PASSION 

I was hoping you would prove me wrong -
Under the ship’s sides the barnacles still cling -
I would have thought you’d...

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A bitter, highly addictive drug, 
A narcotic, known to relieve pain that drag
Induces sleep or dullness in a medicinal doses, 
Yet if consumed in excessive...

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Damn the tears shed for hate's sake each day
          For they threaten to sponge this good...

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SABIEN ALLEGRA BALDWIN’S PROMINENCE
The perfunctory of your heart is a projected being.
We are here to engender the mechanism.
You are just an automatic entity.
Insofar, we designed...

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I'm talking about spirits that live deep down in the depths of my thoughts, brought to life when the abyss flows over, I can't keep...

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ROUND WORLD NO SIDES 

Tragically, while our country's weep,
we'll be nice to Nice, and hold up France. 
We are bruised and beaten bloody red, 
holding...

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It was noon when I got the call
Jewelry store robbed at the mall
It was a young man, very tall
Spoke with a drawl   Spoke...

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Thirty years of my life have flown pass
I am in danger of being typecast
Working 9 – 5 everyday
For nothing but minimum pay

It’s at this time...

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Sadly I’m happy 
I worry 
From you to me 
I shouldn’t have you 
And vice versa 
You sing me songs 
I write to you in...

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A Ladle of Forms Still Sit In The Cradle


A week has past
Questions were asked 
Them truly lambaste
For their lemons vast
Leaving readers aghast
In view of better...

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