Best Vacated Poems

I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose...

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*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak,...

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I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
 
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are...

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Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide


Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow...

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The cock hasn't been seen in a fortnight 
but it's time 
the vagabonds have all but vacated   
and the windows boarded up 
  
don't...

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In the end, we were there-not there,
two present absentees 
sharing an apartment vacated by a relationship 
and the worst kind of loneliness -- feeling solitary...

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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.

When comes dazzlingly warm weather,...

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Memories, Long Sad Journey,
     
Bitter cold that Saturday morning, late in November 1969, I could see my breath parading before me....

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I’ve been deserted and forsaken, 
relinquished and reawakened.
Renounced and completely vacated,
living a life intensely complicated. 
In the throes of woes, I’m saturated. 

No more time...

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Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Soul
  (Third and Final Poem- In A Parable style)

Come on down here says the spider to fearful fly
this day weather...

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. 
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen...

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They loiter
in memory's mausoleums,
old chants, 
those gilded liturgies,
ready to resurrect
and eat through the ear
with promises
under the finery 
of polished myth.

Grafted onto our very bone,
these structures...

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Frosty Words
Written: by Tom Wright
4/7/2018

I allot time to past words frosty in flight, 
They’re like chains or a promise unbroken.
By vacated words I frequently feel...

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Mid December. Most birds have vacated our yard, having instinctively flown south for the winter.  Out of habit, I look out my kitchen window...

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Hank was a hard workin' cowpoke who really earned his meager pay.
He rode his ass Old Red from early dawn 'til at night he hit...

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