Best Unsuited Poems

You get to a point where 
you can’t read them anymore
and consider yourself a grown-up.

But it wasn’t until I was fifty-two 
that I threw them away. 

How long could they hide
in a high school brief case
next to a box of sweaters 
in the attic?

So…into the...

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Loitering in a public library this rainy afternoon,
courting inspiration, subjects come to mind
but are more suitable as essay than as poem.

All usual activities occur -- visitors come, visitors go --
a typical afternoon flow of many who, unlike me,
may have no other place to go.
My empty...

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despite some consideration for the hows, whys, wherefores and whether
unguided, wandering through known universe tying things together

aged in millenniums, centuries, decades, days, hours and minutes
each one existing where all things may be true within their own limits

why, oh why have such tribulations of strife and...

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You are imbued with a misplaced elegance
Unsuited to a staunch buoyant belief.
Remarkable character strength disguised
And spies hidden like the thief.

A spark of recognition only brief
Glimpse a secret divinity spread thin.
A pilgrimage to discover inside
Start outside then work within....

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The heartfelt words may choose to hide
from loving hearts that cast aside
unsuited phrases, that can't say
"I love you" in that special way.

I search, so hard, for words to use,
but find so few that do not lose
the meaning that should simply be
the truthful thought -- "You...

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A failure in the placement of the tree;
Too small are roots which spread into the soil.
At first so perfect,later one can see
Its strength unable full life to uncoil.

A hidden shame for partly sensed deep lacks
A drawing back when growth was better sense
A fear of unknown...

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There are no lofty mountain peaks, nor inlets of the sea.
Just rolling plains for miles on end, where the wind blows wild and free. 

And before we found the oil, what was there indeed?
Mild lands, so unadorned, unsuited for man's greed. 

Perhaps that's why the...

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It's hard to maintain a strong democracy
when people elect a kakistocracy.
To those who believe in "America First":
your government now consists of the worst.

The POTUS must be cruel and cockeyed
choosing a cabinet of the least-qualified.
Only someone vile and obscene
would select a Health Secretary who is anti-vaccine.

And...

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"Righteousness exalts a nation but sin is a reproach to any people." Proverbs 14:34. Both Socialism and Communism have atheism as their very own state religion! And the USA is definitely on the brink of establishing Socialism as its newest form of government. Its dictators...

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Oh we spark
'n nature in our hearts
Who'd have thought we'd be so perfect
I'm so nervous, should I be not?
I thought about all the letters
I never thought to send her
But still we pass our notes like a couple of teenagers

It's all good now
Just shhhhhhh
You don't need...

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Let the dark consume me as I am
Beyond that of time I shall never need
Take me to where space I can bend
To a place I need never beg and plead

Perhaps I can begin again... hidden
An alternative life only I have access to
From a now life...

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The damn still stands at Fickling Mill
Holding water after all these years
On the creek called Patsiliga
Homeland of Indian braves and ladies

Now Patsiliga is polluted
Contains high levels of mercury unsuited
For fish and wildlife unsafe to eat
From these waters take no meat

(Went by Fickling Mill and Patsiliga...

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Fickle movement,
or so it seems;
An old willow bending with the wind.
 
I undulate from your branches, 
both rough and flowing;
An unsuited arboreal life I lead to touch you.
 
Impenetrable and strong is your foundation,
your roots have taken over any vegetation that once lived in this...

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When my spirit tussles uprooted,
I can sense my soul's too polluted
by games tipped to spill until looted
once my voice and color get muted.

I stroll alone upon human cream
across the arc my steady steps gleam,
tossing back coolness, Coke and Jim Beam,
a corpuscle launched through the bloodstream.

Such...

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it's as though i untied the knots but am still tied to the spot
just because i saw all the tangles then untangled the lot
doesn't mean I'm not strangled and can handle the drop
or cut loose from the noose which connected the dots.

What next? Perplexed, guess...

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