Best Zillion Poems

August eighth nineteen thirty-seven her tiny Spirit thus landed on
This distant planet, within a parallel universe her newborne galaxy..
Ancient eyes gazing as yet but another...

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Thirty Eight ( Corny Cancer Poem) For Sharon

Hallmark has a million cards in their catalog
And not one of them says,
Life Sucks
American greetings had nothing that...

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Life without you seems so surreal, so unfair that you are no longer here,
yet I still feel your strong presence, smiling while shedding a tear.
Although...

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     " In titanium haze of love,
             truth is...

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Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album...

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Zany Z’s

Zany zoo of zaftig zebras,
Zarnder manes, zebus with ziffs,
Zip through zawns, zigzag with zest
Wearing zories and a zoster
From too much zimstern, zabaglione and ziti-
Zucchini,...

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See the pollens and spores
from flowers and weeds
and all manner of life
sparkle on a stray breeze
in the late afternoon
sunlight.
Know that the dust in your house
is...

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When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something...

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And once again the quiet Night comes
Bringing to life many zillion Flames 

Some vague, some clear, some near some remote 
Smeared on the Night's long...

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The crazy neighbor down the street from me,  
always had her multi colored polka dotted curtains open for all to see.  
Music is...

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Cuddling close, near bedside table
a blanket wrapped, cold rainy night. 
Mind thrums journey, a book on navel,
playground of words, feelings delight.

As vermicules squirm, sculpted souls...

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I'm writing on the first page.
I love the concord and quiet at my age.
The morning came from a genius mage.
In my spirit, I am searching...

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Life without you seems so surreal, so unfair that you
               ...

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We crawl before we walk
  Make sounds before we talk
Put training wheels on our first bike
  Warm up a bit before a long...

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when twilight comes soon the night falls
       and I lay my head on my pillow
   ...

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