Best Were Sitting Ducks Poems

Friday night's here at last ...lets have a blast.
Teenagers dash to discos ...ready to dance
to throbbing beats  and combo drums
rythm and blues....kicked off shoes
as...

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RUNAWAY LOVERS

Sat Ba Barret restless in her room
Drinking death in dark and gloom
Tragedy seemed her last name
Despite the books that were her fame
Letters reached her...

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The Jihadi’s got an entire hour to kill
Hundreds of helpless patrons shocked and awed
An eon of murderous rage until
The long awaited reward from his “god”

Like...

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"Night Flight"

the sky is 
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean 

clear in the 
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it 
birthing hard gems

it calls in 
from beneath 
the...

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Cowards, not terrorists, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children both near and far
Cowards, not terrorists, Call them what they are

How much...

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One to ponder: ,
The other in wonder,
With me added as your
Newest member ...
In the end, we will not remember,
Why this tragedy comes mostly in
December,
Amber signal...

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Many songs and poems have been written 
about blue Mondays which have bitten
those who work for a living
and have jobs that are unforgiving.

Mondays are hard...

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sitting ducks

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MY HUSBAND 
My dearest husband 
The father of my children 
The man to whom I pledge allegiance 
A goddess you have treated me
And I have...

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rules to play by
ring the bell then knock on wood
one good turn deserves another

take one thing replace it with another
stalking a box
circled with chaos
we only...

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Sending out her distress call, that early April morn; their sitting ducks
Ambushed, amid foreign waters; sold to be bought, these chain link treats ?
Roasting atop...

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It's a circus says the hypnotist
telling you subconsciously
how to feel amongst lions and tigers and bears
when you go to the zoo
not knowing its part of...

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They’re trying to tell you
That your superstitions and machinations 
Are an exhausting game of whack-a-mole
They’re trying to tell you 
You’ve assumed a version of them
That...

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COWARDS, NOT HEROESv

Cowards, not heroes, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children, people both near and far
Cowards not heroes, not terrorists, Call...

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Treading feet-clubbed into daylight, baring bone,
shorn of fleshtone, gaping vulnerable;
sitting ducks begging for hits
to the bullseye;
unknowing of strategies to swallow us,
part and parcel, dismantled bits.

Walking...

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