Best Wear Thin Poems

You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have predicted what was goin' down that night.

Your totemic injunctions had...

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Life is a lesson you learn it as you live 
a schools education is given to a kid 
getting Grade A papers, isn’t that splendid 
but you’re a human being and that means you are stupid 

Understanding logic and the patterns in the brain 
but...

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Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all" 
unknowingly showing me 
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around 
their impounded grounds 
only seeing the same repeatedly 
nothing new unfortunately 
forever under lock and...

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The house on the hill stood forsaken by time.
The gutters were hanging and covered in grime.
The windows were warped and the siding was peeling,
And spider webs spanned from the floor to the ceiling

The moon overhead had now reached its full height.
It was only a crescent...

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[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom yeast in the air
      ...

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Quote: "There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.” – Mahatma Gandhi

In wars, innocent lives are the cost,
Their homes, their dreams, forever lost.

Starvation strikes, food laid to waste,
Leaving many hungry in its haste.

In...

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after 'Berck-Plage' by Sylvia Plath

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A sheet of glass, this expanse of water.
How its tranquillity mocks my unrest.

Bloated beachballs and balloons
travel the park and float from diminutive hands.

Bodiless voices call in the sun
and bounce off these sizzling surfaces.

It is not surprising I wear cool clothing
and masquerade...

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Cuz god made me a Lamb CooCooCachoo,
And Blake a tyger with the potential to do.
I am one of the Unhappy; we’ve seen an unsettling light.
I made myself an Unhappy; I had to search for that light.

I laughed at Job I laughed at him
And through those...

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Slam entry for contest

Being british through and through, what the hell!
Even here in England I smell the crude slick smell.
British Petroleum, BP, yes I said it!
Feeling to blame for the fat cats messed up S##t!

I’m sure that the story here is only half told 
News...

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I’ve always been a prankster and a lover of a joke.
I love to see the puzzled look on an unsuspecting bloke,
when he looks around and lifts his hat - totally confused.
Some take a joke for what it is and some are not amused.

So you’ve got...

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Today I learned that all is naught, and naught is all..
I have been seeking, unconsciously, unaware, 
Only to learn that all that I ever wanted to be was a seeker,
Out ward lies but a pale reflection of the magnificent kingdoms that reside within,
And here I...

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The days on earth wear thin
Like my hair 
And where girdles pull in a 
Sagging mass
And memory is washed by a 
Lunar pull- 
Like the tide that washes over 
Footprints in the sand
Soon memories are gone 
like a dying star grows dim
And I return recycled...

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A voice that’s been lost to time,
Yet still ever-present in this mind of mine.
Its resonance seems fresh to my ears,
Merely this ushers forth a multitude of tears.

How can such a plenty of years not lessen
Or wear thin the fabric of recollection 
To make this old...

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I’m near my end, I feel it close
My patience does wear thin
Some pills! Some pills! I need a dose
“fore they see my evil twin 
This job! This job! It makes me ill!
Their snot and germs spread so fast
I come to school with much good will
Quickly...

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Mother's inner-lining of strength,
lightning wit and enveloping love
tucked stitch by stitch
in diamonds, swirls or tidy rows.
 
Her voice sings to me,
her stories sewn in layers
of fabric, appliquéd patchwork,
blazing colors and clever patterns. 

May the syntax of my poems
bequeath so rich a legacy,
bleed thru the filmy...

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