Best Unowned Poems

My journey is no longer mine
Owned by
Deceptive roads deceitful milestones
And friends who turned enemies
Also enemies who never became friends
After so much of living
Even death is...

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Tom is stealthy and sneaky
He feeds first and ferociously
It may be his only meal for a day or two
He likes this porch; people leave out...

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Petal of limpid life veils the naked eye,
  shadow and spoil refrains the question ideal;
  asking not within,
  without ---
  dark...

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My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dazzling dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of...

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All we eat is elk meat, boiled elk, roasted elk, elk jerky
sometimes fried elk if we get bear or whale oil,
oh, and sometimes elk soup,
for...

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b>Time Management and the Art of Throwing Alarm Clocks
by
Lemuel Griffiths
March, 2,017

Apparently, there's a God damned dog out there - according to my neighbour,
And his wife,...

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B52s above the Aleutians?
It never was a Red Dread global mission.
Fidel was just Galician patrician,
and Ho and Mao were scholarly Confucians.

They wore those uniforms like...

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Exit the chaos
from which you are derived
the Prince of Providence
makes his existence
felt with head held miles high
for he has survived
against all the uneven odds
acknowledging the...

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The iciness of his smile 
seeped like osmosis through the crevices 
left on my face by the squint rooted 
on fires of a loud and...

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Played into this, was anything ever felt that meant.
Betrayed since beginning, layed in ur tracks is how it went.
Spending these moments, were never spent, its...

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Three words comprise the frame my son last made:
his soft "Hey, dad" to greet me on the phone,
his single, loving "Papa" with our last embrace--
and...

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Messages from my brain
Fill the pages of my thought stream
And if again I guess myself
A renaissance, I'm over doubt

What's better than loving life
Can't bring me...

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After they have taken
everything you still have
a stray, unowned patch of sunlight
finding its way in and spending
a little of its time keeping
you company, playing around
your...

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Three words comprise the frame my son last made:
his soft "Hey, dad" to greet me on the phone, 
his single, loving "Papa" with our last...

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He runs around
Cleaning up her mess
Secretly wishing her
To let down her dress
...and stand

She follows him to death
Making him pay
Holding her heart
While he prays
...to god

They submit...

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