Best Vacuumed Poems

I see that acacia tree 
and I get vacuumed back to the past.

When we both had 
a different type of light in our eyes,
with the reflections of that clear brook
evident in our irises,
where we thought that the 
sun only revolved around us, and us alone.

We...

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For those of us who are married
We know how it often goes
Good days, bad ones and some
Common, annoying marital woes

I left a smidgen of toilet paper
Enough on the roll you can see
But then later when it’s my turn
Again, you left nothing for me

The toothpaste is...

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Pheromones’ anguish, settle for censored compromises

Windows layered across beckoned cathedrals
Shattered by chipped stones of the hypocrite

Wanton hearts scramble to restore weakest links
To a forged importance

Vacuumed tears towards a leader-less Sun

Yet, these incipient bonds
Will
NOT
BREAK

For it was today
Where cognitive dissonance fell unto a rejected, abstract morrow

As disarrayed...

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The milky morning’s Saturn haze
Haloed the sun’s neonate phase
Seize the warmth, Hail to The Light!
No waspish thoughts to sting nor bite
this soft and cheerful face.

Shades to shadows stir and shift
saddened loss is set adrift
Kissed by the morn, cajoled, embraced 
To block the sun is vacuumed...

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Dr. Seuss: “How did it get to be so late so soon?”

I sat down to write, 
but no thoughts would come.
Still thinking and thinking,
I said, “This is dumb!”

One look at the clock,
and what did I see?
I’d started at  one
and now it was three!

The page...

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*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.

The Ides of March

Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,

Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the...

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Back to this dark, cold, 
vacuumed
space,
With no air, life,
No sort of soothe to the 
senses
You have given me.

My eyes,
Beg to see light,
But only darkness is in 
view.

My ears yearn to hear 
some sort
of,
Soothing word, 
statement, song,
Anything that will tell 
them,
That it would all be gone.

My...

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She was lovely, a beautiful kind soul, giving, loving, generous, but also apologetic for being alive.
Her light gray eyes danced and pranced, and her laugh was hearty when you got to know her.
Lots of people thought she should be invisible.
They wanted their garbage dumped, and...

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Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as wham
bam
thank you ma'am
linkedin with emergence
of Internet and poetry slam
opportunities availed...

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   "A Vision of Existence - Baby Style"



my eyes blink within a cushioned comfort zone
fingers and toes cling to tender warm insides
I tend to dream of bicycles when I birth flesh and bone
or a pink doll house where a loving family abides.

my swimming...

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An unusual thing occurred at our house Christmas Eve.
It caused us anger, it was enough to make us grieve.

We waited to the last minute for a live Christmas tree:
A brimful tree of precise size, with perfect symmetry.

On Christmas Eve, we pulled it inside the house...

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Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the poet.

Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful.
While we prosecute the war
a pileated woodpecker and red squirrel
compete for sunflower seeds.
A...

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"Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins"

Walking through the poetic frames of featureless ghosts
her fingers play like harps their ectoplasmic cages
strange symbols that clang the frivolity of vacuumed cleaned emptiness
dissolving in the invisible time wasted in the chronicles of their newfound empires
  
the...

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The cry 
                      of a wailing  
                ...

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When cries do echo the walls of the ward,
Bringing you down on your knees with the pangs of emotions,
Watching tears trickling down your eyes,
Shaking the core of your very being,
As you watch the time tick away-
And every bit of joy seems to fade away.

So you...

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