Best Uneaten Poems

I tiptoe through empty rooms, 
lest my footsteps evoke his presence.

I gaze at cracked linoleum,
still bearing marks 
worn into it by the old table legs.

Mother's face floats through
the smoky windowpane,
her sorrowful eyes pleading.

Neil stares downward 
at the uneaten food 
congealed on his plate.

Sarah's face is...

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The table's bounty is piled high
  Family's poised to dig in and try
Mama's turkey, special stuffing
  And sweet potato pumpkin pie

When a knock at the door freezes us all
  Who can it be who's come to call
The wind is howling; let him...

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Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why
Trash cans are filled with untouched food
Starvation is real; why must another die?

We can feed the homeless from our food supply;
Or help food banks, it can brighten their mood,
Hunger is worldwide; I don't understand why.

Wasting food is a major...

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Thursday, April 26, 2001 12:47:49 AM

Treasures of the Spider

Spider!
Beware of 
the night feeder.
Tiny bat wings, swifter,
than the absence
of light, silent, merciless
terror. 

By morning,
I survey the remnants
of your web, rent and empty
 of you, just tiny whispers
of your once, existence.

Your uneaten prey,
all neatly wrapped 
and dangling-
as...

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Give me a piece of your body
before you go.
A tooth, a nail, a curled hair.
A relic, my sadness wants to keep.

By your absence I will live
in the bones of tangled bodies,
who were shot down on their tracks
under the sun, eyes apart.

The trembling does not stop.
Bread...

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I dip my pen into an inkwell of memories 
it's 1967 and I am young again 
the winter hills were mountainous 
as I trudged  home from school
and back again;
Soggy mitts and silly smiles 
lopsided hats, and fury coats that held no heat
cold pressed and...

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"Possums on the  Run - Part 1"


Well she ran away
danced the F.U.	 
Revolutionary Dance
Jokers are trumps
Euchre, 500, 
Queens Slippers
no Deuce, no Romance

Holey holy 
blue jeans torn and buried
underneath the house 
with uneaten sandwiches
going mouldy in plastic lunch bags, 
old unwanted items, school books
torn pages,...

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For all daylight hours of this magical season
I lingered along the edge of a lake and
Was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves
And all sounds are as crisp as autumn air.
The leaves fall and the wind blows
Pastures smell with uneaten placentas
The lovely autumn days,...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njHvGxZgTPk

Relaxing Music for Deep Sleep. Delta Waves.
Calm Background for Sleeping, Meditation, and Yoga.

Amidst human tempest
malevolent fiery brew
whereby renegades who 
kickstarted effective coup
I laid down with
eyes wide shut yours truly drew

listening to above
world wide web hyperlink
silently lambasting rambunctious
hoodlums ewe
could literally feel
maniacal malefactors rage that flew

wrenching loose...

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Lyrical On 44th Street
 

The argument started at the table
 
He was too soft,
 too timid to quote Gable
 
She said ,"Your dreams aren't keeping the lights on.
 
If I see you writing again, your son and I will be gone."
 
 
 
 
He...

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(They) Rush past me
With the rest of humanity
Past the catches (break)
In the winds
The grazing (pleasures)
(The) raw and (bitter)
Creating the new ecosystems
Of some future minds
It’s just cold—don’t (shiver)
Lie they screech
In languages un-human (inhuman)
The (last) supper
Was left uneaten (forever)
Leave the riffs
Unsatisfied (Idolized)
Slightly off-key and open
So your hearts...

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They said I should act my age 
the committee of higher ups and wanna be’s
all  perfect citizens  in good  standing of the co op
where we shared a common postal code 
and little else
hell…. lets be honest ….nothing else
waiting in their  self...

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It was in the dark of night
When the owls cried and the ravens cawed.
That’s when the candle lit dinner for two was served,
Spread on the red tablecloth of savoury sight.

Mumbling whispers of love breached the silence
In the eclectic electricity of brushing bodies,
Announcing the passion to...

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Another day, life without purpose:
Beaten,
Uneaten,
Tossed aside.

I want the receipt back for this life:
Return it,
Get the money,
Buy a 38-gauge trip to the end. 

You gave this life to me God.
Once given, forever relinquished.
It is mine.
You let go all claim when
You gave it to me.
Now I am...

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THE UN-S Have IT


Imagine HOW Lonely IT'D BE

If you were an un-
How would you look as undesirable.
Would you want to be unseen?
Could your love be undeniable?
Would you leave words unspoken,
or stories untold?
Would your actions be unbelievable?

If you were a piece of fruit
would you remain uneaten?
Are...

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