Son Lines Poems

Peach and pink
made quite a stink
when first the fell in love
Green was envious
Red was furious
Blue was too depressed to care
White whispered
while black and grey
stepped back...

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born into country life to two ordinary parents
raised protestant and to be a good girl
high school came, peer pressure, virgin no more with high school...

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Like stars that burn bright and then explode,
Thy magnificence goes never untold;

as Thine otherworldly glory and face
shine on all things, all time and all space;

and...

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For thirteen moons I holler in angst relentlessly
Under coal stars, these hands pray over August's ceasefire;

Till a young man's dull frame quakes on bloodied tracks...
O...

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Villanelle : Five Yin lines on November 6th overcome the top Yang line

(Bo, Hexagram 23 (November 6 to December 6): The mountain falls down on...

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My ghetto rises from ashy streets
To clean malls and suit suites

My own rags to famous rear view status
Counting coins, chasing chaos, catching corners

Being a son...

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Across The Lines

P agan mistletoe lies at the joyous heart of rendered Christmas
A postate nonconformists celebrate another legend of how the
G reat saviour surrenders to...

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of mice an men aye n'er doth quit
dialing countless times google 
   fascinating to this human caboodle ling kit upon porcelain goddess, 
most...

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Ali Obituary in Nine Lines

Guess you can call it Horn Haiku.

Ali went to bed
He soon had ended up dead
Still left things unsaid.

Parkinson's it was
Results of...

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The drum beats were heard from far
The music filled the air, everybody sang
In the household of kimunyi a son was born
Indication of a stronghold in...

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NAILS pierced his hands, as he was SLAIN!
His words convey his love for all.
This Godly child born in a Manger Stall.
Sacred scrawled scriptures says, sent...

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"8 Lines"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

As a man
As a Child Of God
As a citizen of the Earth
As a fan of natural Beauty
As a wordsmith for...

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Lines Thought At My In-Laws’ Commode
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Oh! This, their only-bathroom, is in the kitchen.
And this door, an iron door!
Allows even the smallest sounds slip—hiss fiss siss...

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Claude were you tired that night
Of the slashes from life you’d born
Or the effort it took
And the ruts you’d worn

Did you sigh and quietly go...

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My father’s a memory of shadows and lines
In black and white photos his smiling face shines
A man in a war
With a family of four
And just...

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