Huntington Poems - Poems about Huntington

...NO RUNNING, JUMPING, OR DIVING FROM THE BALCONY (sign at the pool in the YMCA on Huntington Ave, Boston} NEVER PUT ANYTHING IN YOUR NOSE SMALLER THAN YOUR ELBOW (what my mom shouted while she re......

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..."I love words, because they're mine. Utterly, completely mine. I can share them with others. I can keep them to myself. I can use them over and over again. No matter what I do, they'll always be mine......

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...Being in the hot seat Is second nature to me I’ve always thought it neat, Being in the hot seat ‘Tis not always so sweet Expressing opinion, you see, Being in the hot seat Is secon......

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...I fell in love with the Sixteen Zero Three when I was eight. I was fifty-eight before someone located the owners who had moved on Thirty-nine years had passed since anyone had inquired. I had cov......

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...Blue is the ring around my boyfriends eyes when the light hits them. Blue is the weird color I never used in kindergarten, because I thought it was for boys. Blue is the smell of salt and the so......

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...California oceans live in my heart driving along the familiar coast From one city to another signals change and meander oh how those moments resonate inside an ache of longing The pelica......

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...Harriet has Beckwith-wiedemann syndrome, Something which shortened her right side, And she also his difficulty with blood sugar, But she’s a dog lover of Baya Bear and Bow. Born in Huntingt......

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...I married in 1962 the biggest mistake of my entire life the marriage ended in 1973 I was now free to be me and never married again. But I have had my share of girlfriends and love affairs throughout ......

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...Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS HER MOVIES..................'YOU KNEW'...............SHE TOLD YOU! JANINE HOOPS.........DANIELLE HOOPS...............

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...On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to. Most of the time I get a seat to myself. These days it’s just a ****ing Greyhound in the sky. I am not the most handsome man and the tattoos don’t ......

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...He was a well statured man I dated briefly, finding my way to the place where my Dad was born in the twenties and then crying for the foothills where I grew up such a short time later. You know the w......

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...Like Moses fleeing Egypt and finding refuge in Midian I was a stranger in a strange land. Having fled Chicago in ‘84 I journeyed east to the unpromised land of Detroit. 8 Mile Road. “I'm a ......

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...Tell me why you even bother to stay, And this time, don’t tell me another lie. Tell me why you left my arms for hers, She must be ten times more beautiful than I. Tell me if her lips taste like m......

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...My given destiny, a meanderer… Saigon bloomed in endless joy To see its colors faded, a mournful night, Yellow flags with three red stripes, Lowered by the southern dwellers, Succumbed a war t......

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