Holiday Conflict Poems

Winter. Where all dreams are frozen and
an old friend (enemy) creeps in. 
Like the sands of time, constant;
Timely with energy,
hoping to steal what 
you have:...

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I'd give you the shirt off my back
But only because I'd need you to like me
The eyesore that is your beat up honda in the...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving...

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whispering whispers
sobering soliloquies
intake man i folds...

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Once there was love,
Until you got what you want,
A holiday of fun and then it was gone.

You broke away, with only thoughts of your own,
No...

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The endless fight seemed to come to an end,
the toxic nature beaten out of men
by lessons taught, and pressure from above,
the masculine had surrendered to...

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The Eve

Death is happy, 
the candy is out. 
Mountains and mountains, 
of sugar and sweets...
for the little "treats" 
that come by the house willingly, 
to...

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Boy gets up at six
Needs no alarm of complaint
To shake
The brief night of sleep
From his hay-cropped hair

Brushes his teeth
Smokes a two dollar holler of cigarette...

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Transmit transpire anti social copious methods of blank balled fissures of disastrous mistruths on the border of hell raiser dispatch piss filled like rats on...

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Holy Days, Christmas, worship and pray;
Hallowed! our Lord and Savior’s birthday.

Hope's celebration leaves me dumbstruck;
Hectic plans take charge, running amok.
Hurry, scurry, flurry; tempers flare;
Hate these...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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green is not your color-envy is not your friend


 
Date Written: 9/2/2020
2 Place    My Most Unforgettable Moment in High School Contest ...

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In London Town, a girl was born
Who lost the crown, but won the scorn 
Of Lady Margaret's deep disdain
For something proud, she cannot reign

Her daughter's...

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Wormwood

There is a place, 
in the middle of nowhere... now. (hushed whisper) 
It is hot and cooking,
and yet...things are green. 
Nature has taken back, 
what...

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Tis the Holiday Season
To shop for no good reason
It is for Him,  we are told
But those tales are getting old.
They want you to actually...

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