Lost Class Poems

Coleen Moore 1898-1988.
An Angel Born In Michigan 
Her personality and good looks
Took her to fortune and fame
On stage and the silent silver screen
A longed for...

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With the high-altitude ambitions,
they climb the hilltop to catch signal.
They are lush and lovely 
as the landscape behind them.
These children of forest live 
in the...

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If I didn’t reach out 
or ask who you are,
Nothing would be bonded or even set.
Movements would be an afterthought,
and no names would I know....

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I was an elementary school teacher, with dreaming eyes to the rosy future,
Like the emerald, cherry blossom season, arriving later rather than sooner.

As a creative...

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I posed no questions 
before my erroneous conception
I never asked to be or not to be
Serenading deserted streets with dirges 
exploring absence in back alleys
reciting...

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These are my early poems, or juvenilia...

alien
by michael r. burch

there are mornings in england
when, riddled with light,
the Blueberries gleam at us—
plump, sweet and fragrant.

but i...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within...

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Strolling by the River Avon, I found somebody,
     Strolling to nowhere, I found a person.
I looked at the river, I followed...

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youths reign
 pasteurized
 senyours...

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there is an onomatopoeia for this
something similar to uffff
the calm day that I foresaw as tense
only showed a slight displacement
almost imperceptible of neurons
then the feeling...

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Four minute warning they said
At the height of the Cold War
Just exactly four minutes
Not a split second more.
Four minutes warning of
Nuclear missiles on track.
Enough time...

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All efforts tabled on Nigeria;
Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage, 
Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria 
But never admit it is the cause of this age. 

Upon the...

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An Auto Ride
 

A shuttle auto ,we were all into,
a student passenger leapt in.
Agglutinated her ears to the air pod,
eyes wide on the screen.
A small...

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With each passing day, living becomes so classing;
For the less, is a delightful day of mess 
And the field of play, sought on us turbulent...

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A basic cause of inflation is an economic reality
Which has little to do with prevailing political ideology,
Rather it is rooted in elementary consumerism
And stopping it...

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