Hope Car Poems

Watching people like it’s sport
Amber smile the winning sort
Lovely lips repeat a joke
Laughs on cue as you hope
Fuchsia fears hidden well
Looking for exit despite sitting...

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I am now up and half asleep, 
quiet I must not make a peep, 
others are still sleeping like sheep, 
need to get dressed and...

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27-12 was a long day


The Christmas began with a labor dispute at the cafe in
our building the chef didn't want to come in and cook...

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It's time to go to bed,
After a long day I lay my head down to sleep,
Sleep I dread.


Reading a book,
Will it be about a pink...

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I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an...

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Four hours and counting,
Frustration is really begun mounting.

The sun is beating down,
Causing sweat to drip onto my perpetual frown.

People are getting out and talking,
I expect...

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Traveling down the road to nowhere,
With nowhere I wanted to go.
I met a man with a hat in his hand,
Who worked in a traveling show.

Smiling...

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You struggle through out life
At times against your own self made strife.
Tying to stay afloat in the highest of tide
During the craziest part of the...

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Driving but you still pick up.
To be honest you look like a chump;
You chose to answer the phone 
said 'Call back.' then a dial tone;
I...

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We took a trip to grandma's house,                  ...

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I felt like I was seven years old,                 ...

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When I open your book of life,                  ...

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I remember 
Your anger 

The way your neck muscles 
Stood out 
As you cursed my name 

You showed up 
Uninvited 
with your pants 
Lower than...

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Reflections of Affection

Painting your face... 
slowly on the canvas, 
in the colors of tan, 
and olive green. 

Your skin is so fair, 
it is hard...

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Candy

The box... is full of chocolates, 
a delight to the senses
unleashed by taste buds
in our mouth. 
We think about the first bite, 
we dwell upon...

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