Best Wattage Poems

Soft notes of a clarinet playing
‘You are so beautiful’, stirs memories
of holding hands and making plans
in the dimly lit atmosphere, so close, 
the scent of...

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I'm sitting here
Admiring the view
Thankful for it's beauty
It's comfort
It's familiarity.

I've been here before
So I can close my eyes
and picture it still

And I know it all.

Deep...

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Moronika ... 
there are whispers a-floating
People say you got a low wattage bulb,
your thoughts be dimly glowing
The ideas you think of
covers a lot of six-year-old...

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How can I poet slam them politrician liars,
let me count the ghetto ways
In the calendar of infinity,
there are how many days?
Forever and a clean smile,
I...

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“what inspires you to write
such indiscriminate indiscretions
like that?” he speaks to himself 
and thinks 

not long 
without thinking,
unnaturally he feels,
something, so
 
he promptly writes 
it...

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Two Line Terse Verse

Here it is and be sure not to miss.

Do you know what I like about a small cottage
When in never will require...

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i see the city from a high drift
all those shimmering lights
somewhere out in that sea of halogen and high wattage
you exist
i have an idea where...

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‘Tis twilight’s tips on dawn made sun errant,
Go forth into time and pay due homage, 
And your return to silence be current,

Those with weak goals...

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‘Tis twilight’s trips on dawn made sun errant,
Go forth into time and pay due homage, 
And your return to silence is current,

Those with weak goals...

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Cuz while ya steel got
moxie, don't nix chance if only a dot
before death finds 
     flesh rotting alot.

A self-actualized fringe benefit
...

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The sun blazed hot, no cloud for a respite.
Life was hopeless, wretched and desperate.
The grass a withered brown, and tree leaves sparse.
No shade for the...

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Years ago, when my kids were small,
We danced at night and had a ball 
When we were in our country house,
A custom we should all...

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Midsummer vehemence stows heat for later
        Solar film ominously watch hot arc
      ...

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"Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night…"
Archaic spelling set aside,
And not intending to be snide,
But really, Mr. Blake, I take exception.
While a tiger's...

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I have defined Meditation
As Prayer of Hesitation:
Time-Claiming Conversation
With Solver of Protestation,
Not Near Human for being Divine,
Though you might speak like you drank Vine;
Samuel-Seeking Faint Syllables,
Hannah’s...

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