Best Yr Poems

Mae hi yn yr un
hi yn yr un i caru
hi yn unig un...

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~Homeless~

A lost guardian angel, sitting on the edge of everything 
I push my shopping cart along the cracks of destiny  
My house sits on...

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Now I enter a new day with nervous breaths

A return of innocence

The red balloon that you want to win
In summer’s carnival

That hand you want to...

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A Fond Farewell to the Soup
You've all been "Souper".

As I set down at the keyboard
My eyes are filled with tears
For I’ll be saying “ Good-bye”
To...

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Summer rain, melting Arctics
and the lipids lining the nerves
in your brain. These are the metrics
of our times. Mere resolve

is not enough to take care
along the...

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Dark Chocolate Rivers sinfully twist

...through marshmallow trees in May

Cotton candy webs clenched in my fist

Music-box songs lightly play 

Cupcake Merry-Go-Round safely sings

As I watch the...

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where rainbows breathe
(for the late Dorothy Collins, 1961-2015)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I’m
just chasing rainbows…
“And I ain’t seen a star that’s had your smile…
“I’m just chasing rainbows… 
“Like...

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Mike came home from Afghanistan yesterday,
I ran into him at the VFW...he looked at me
from behind eyes that had seen what no 22 yr. old
kid...

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Dad's bark is worse than his verse.
When he hits it doesn't really hurt.

The dirt outside the house is soil.
The mouse inside the house is life.

Can't...

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will I awaken
               tears?
     struggling, uncomfortably
 ...

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The bang of drums,
The strum of guitar,
Everyone hums,
As music streams out,
Art is created,
With each musical note,
A person's soul is activated,
Bringing joy to all,
Bonnie on keyboard,
Jaiah...

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It’s already been three years now since you passed away,
Yet, those mem’ries of you are alive, in my heart you’ll forever stay;
Every time I think...

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You can feel it spinning
                    ...

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ain't it a shame

when hate lynches 
a 14 year old Colored boy
in 1955 Mississippi
and blows away the dreams of
four innocent little ***** girls 
in 1963...

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The deeper the grave. 
The darker the secret.
Blind faith comes to mind.
As I speak of this in time.
Childhood memories are on my mind.
The early-morning wind...

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