Best Unloads Poems

Muffins, Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My! (A Bulimic’s Tale)

There is a hole in her core she must sate.
So, she drives to the grocery store before it’s too late.

She steers the cart in search of junk food.
She spots a case of cupcakes that can ease her...

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China Tour Diary Moment #3
SHANGRI-LA, TIBET
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Paradise on earth: Himalayan range;
A phenomenon carved by elements;
Here magic gives birth to ways that seem strange;
A place where lessons of soul mark movement.


Our tour coach winds round the mountain terrain;
Drive on man-made roads and excitement here;
High above the ground,...

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I didn’t give enough gifts
I’ve said
Never meaning this one
Just those that showed small insight
And let you know my heart
Useful things, things of beauty plus words of truth and impact 
Emotion manifested in acts 
Simple gifts

Tell me what you want
I directed
Be clear, don’t talk in ciphers
I...

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                         Stateless

			…thatched houses catch fire
sparrow tires from romping in the coned-flower chestnut   
     tree
				alights on...

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Here comes Santa Claus – BAWDY LIMERICK WARNING

Poor Santa Claus comes once a year
Each Christmas night hear his wife cheer
She won’t lie on her back  
As he unloads his sack  ...
They’re swinging from the chandelier!

8,8,6,6,8
Checked with rhymezone

I Need a Good Laugh: XMAS LIMERICK...

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I met a Bodhisattva yesterday.
It was, of course, by pure accident.
He helped me with my luggage on the way.
Waiting for the train with bored intent,
I walked aimlessly around the station,
checking out ads and bulletin boards,
found an article with illustration
of a man, who, for many years,...

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It's Wine & Brie, When You're 53
Fifty-three's All Jive,
When Mom of the Cosby Five,
Squattin' on Dunellen Drive.

Fifty-three's Germ Free,
Periodic Number in Chemistry,
Of Tincture O'Iodine.

Firstborn at 5 Club Road,
Number 5 of 5 Toads,
Hil's "High 5" Unloads.

Her B'Day's Twelve Twenty-Eight,
Her Gifts, Poverty is Great,
'Cuz Xmas is also...

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We set foot on dry grass at the cockcrow 
 of a nascent union. 
Cheek to cheek as Cupid towers 
over the rose inside my heart,
shooting arrows at a dyad draped in fire,
gliding through the tundras of charred weeds,
 fin-like petals quake beneath our feet.
The...

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In early April the bus from Lecce
				unloads us at the fabled fish market.
				The place is shuttered down, not even
				the scent of chowders past lingering
				in the air. The only hint of June’s
				full fare is one slight stall where we
				might taste the slimmest feast from the sea.

				...

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January bares
Unloads new cares
Assorted wares


On Day eighteen
Sense thoughts unseen
Glimpse of new wins


I feel so light
Arc of fond sight
Pleasure primes bright


Waves of sheer feel
Frame fond goodwill
Touch frames what heals


I now juggle
This sure puzzle
In bright dazzle


Journeys within
Start now unseen
In wholesome dreams


So much good stuff
In rough and tough
Spring...

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I saw the sign said 
"20 items or less"
So I jump in it ready 
to get out of this mess. 

When the couple in 
front tries to pay 
with cash.
They get a 
lesson on how 
debit is fast.

Then comes the lady 
next in line, with...

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Unusually uninviting ultraviolets unleashes unrelenting unpleasantness underneath unique umbrellas,

uncomfortably upsetting us, 

until umbra unexpectedly unloads ultimate Utopia upon us....

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Off Season in Gallipoli

		April’s bus from Lecce unloads
		at the fabled fish market. It’s closed.
		The only hint of June’s full fare
		is one slight stall. No one lunching there.
		The streets are open; we stroll at will
		by a weathered or a white-washed wall.

		Look at the moored boats. The...

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men are controlled by their vices...not their virtues
bright and shining turns to dark,black and blue
refreshed and renewed turns to rancid and rotten
on the devils plantation i keep picking his cotton
forsaken and forgotten...lies told like truth and truth and truth told like lies
i stay twisted and...

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Where land meets sea
Waves wash tears.

Memories erode
Brine swirls forgotten.

The longing remains
And our grief unloads. 

Where Moon drives tide
Ebb hides need.

Flow spills thirst
Our wretched hearts cried.

Where night joins surf
We stand alone.

The break of drift
We straddle this shore.
	         
And...

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