Drags Poems - Poems about Drags

one side of our eyes evil persist, other side stagnant thoughts of good Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2001 ...

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Engines turn-over only to drift backwards into the on-going. Cats cling to kids and kitchens. Discarded are the shopping shoes. Stale ideas grow dust clouds in that space between our skulls and heaven. Paints for store fronts are brushed aside forced to hide under long unclimbed ladders. An ill-wind adds gossip to tongues, but where? The talkers are not listening and the silent have surrendered. Tree roots...

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I cannot trust my husband to dump the trash, so I insist on taking it up. He has squirreled so much crap back into this house I make him put it into his office. His office has six recliners, two beds, and a stack of three couches. It is crazy full. There are books, sweatshirts, and eight not-quite-all-there sewing machines in...

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Looking at you now I tend to wonder..... When death comes to visit I hope he DRAGS you with him....

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As treatment drags on. This confinement we do not find fond. Alive I shall be, as I live in this prison. They will release me soon, after the evil in me has risen. There is no one that will take me back. I shall allow the pain to swell, and for my nightmares to attack. I...

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His life does not progress; it drags. The few possessions he has are in plastic bags. He has little or nothing to eat, but his heart still beats. He has no place to call his home. He lives on the streets. Nobody he knows is willing to give him a new start. Life is not...

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Make little rocks out of big rocks, no hands have prison clocks X's are the days on a jail calendar, the ball and chain ...

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- i am...

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