Best Work In Progress Poems

I am not finished yet, nor am I perfect.
I am a lifetime project.
I am a work in progress.

Each day, I grow a little.
Sometimes bigger … sometimes smaller … 
Always older … often wiser …

My days would seem to be all the same.
Rather sluggish … Frankly...

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Finally tears of joy swim from these tired eyes
No longer am I drowning in murky waters
Nor trapped in a crowded school of goldfish 
Today I dive into fresh invigorating waters
Hoping to make a huge splash 
To pay forward a path for others
Never will I forget...

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Well it's the reason for tears on your face
Well it's the reason for no embrace
Well it's the reason for no sunlite skies

Well it's the reason for your frown
It's the reason you are so down
It's the reason you're no clown

The recliner is totally down
Caput, Colapse, 
And...

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Though born a sinner, I shall be…
A saint of God eternally.
By Faith in Christ, great Hope I see.
He is not finished yet with me.

Though trials test and pain abound,
His grace and mercies are my glee.
His arms of comfort doth surround.
He is not finished yet with...

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spectrums
       of art
        bring
wonder
and ecstasy
a
fleeting
inwardness...
a heightened
sense
of the infinite..
so distinct
a visual
        chord
yet
out
    of key,
an
    idiosyncratic
act
of freedom
and chance
evolving..
into
a complete daub 
upon
the...

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Contemplative, taciturn
Willing to commit
An immutable zeal to learn
Endowed with acerbic wit
Endless potential
But having few outlets, to express it
Seemingly aloof or deferential
Unintentionally causing pain
Coming off inconsequential
An indelible stain
Easily misunderstood
Without composure refrained...

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A lonely soul, I haunt this peopled earth;
     and ever solitary, I beside
remain untreasured and ne'er knowing mirth.
     Woe am I! For wherefore do I confide
in Thee, O Lord? For, alone and unloved,  
  ...

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Many Many Jobs
If I was a kid,
I'd stack them like pogs

Never did I find a place
That I wanted to pursue
A legitimate company
Seemed long overdue

Searched and Searched
Found no more
Can't be late or get fired
Really? Who's keeping score?

Finally found Verizon
Worked on the phones
Thought it was a final...

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My whole life is a work in progress. This includes everything 
I do, have to keep working on and improving, fine tuning,
use some spit and polish. Needs some more strokes of
the paint brush to give it more color. Blue, green, red, 
a brighter shade of...

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She winked, and smiling with 
her eyes,
kissed my parched lips,

I could not return her kiss,

and though the years have spun 
their cobwebs,

fashioning vacuums out of 
forgotten dreams,

It is that kiss that I most miss.


Tonight, I lie awake,
lathered in layered memories,

of love lost, and of love...

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Parents control what their kids are taught
It's not a matter of them wanting to or not
Go to school and get a job
That's how people pay bills on these blocks

Get married and have a kid
That's what everyone I knew did
While working full time
Stressing and counting every...

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a double acrostic 

S - Scared to death, I dreaded failures
E - Exams in high school were formidable. 
L - Leery as I was, my final grades were phenomenal 
F - Finishing with a B- average I stood in disbelief.  

A - A little...

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I don't have to be a monk,
tucked away on some far off mountain,
to feel the profound joy
of contemplation.

Nor do I have to be a party animal
to laugh at ridiculous jokes,
during game night
in the company of cherished friends.

Flip me all you want
I will either land on...

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She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.

 
Her! 
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude 
Plunged and played by people she called friends
Lonely soul tormented...

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We are all a work in progress

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Monday, August 1, 2011

We are all a work in progress

And we should never 
allow ourselves 
to think anything less

No matter what we must face
because there is always room 
for improvements
for each and everyone of us

And sure...

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