Best Unfilled Poems

That place you go between dusk and dawn,,
hiding the child within. 
Let it run free only when the door goes closed, 
and no one else...

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Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration...

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Little child
Your tiny hands hold a little flower
Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace
In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works
It is the sanctuary...

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Greed

Entitled by birth
So sure of his worth
A spawn of the upper crust seizes
Most any and all
Nay modest or small
His share of whatever he pleases
From a...

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[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The...

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My fractured head, my rough- hewn eyes
Dismembered parts of a dissociated mind
My body severed like Kandinsky’s art.
Spread across a canvas
Corner to sharp corner
Leave no space...

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Making him your one and only
After his unfilled promises.
Yanking out those treasures of love
Brought out from closet cornices,
Even though he's your turtle dove....

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He never had much direction or patience for that matter
Often making the wrong selection because of the latter
He had extremely little respect and did whatever...

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I.
When Sal rode slowly into Victorville,
he saw an empty street, buildings unfilled,
Sol half-expected this, it’s why he was here,
but even to him, it always looked...

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Not a wood yet, just sapling trees
with the circle of friends around,
mostly plots still unfilled but here
and there a freshly turned mound.

And it’s here she...

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 In the realm of self-interest, a curious soul,
Could not adhere stamps, sans wit owning a role.
 His tongue, like a rover in arid terrain,
Lingered...

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Beneath a misty veil of ‘Euphoria’ by Calvin Klein, she dares to dream of acceptance in a world of wanna-be Literary Giants who are members...

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I sleep. The hours tick by mercilessly;
unfilled, purposeless, full of potential
 "What to do? What to do???" I mutter,
tumbling, like Alice, down the rabbit hole.
My...

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I'm naked...thirsty
in front of your presence
with no words in my mouth
no wishes, no hopes
nothing to offer.

I'm naked...lost
my heart is empty
and my white clothes
have been removed
and...

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"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
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