Long Boxing glove Poems

You were the  man that was once my dream,
But now with you all I want to do is scream.

Today, in the mail, yet again I received your letter.
You asked how I was and was...

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He was the child that did not smile, or live
or breath, towards his death he did not look
as though he had the time to duck and dive
he was taught to live or die by the...

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                      (Especially, for new writers)

Just as in real life, some poets have the art...

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Monkey Man found in his perpetual boring bachelor flat
A darling tiny yellow spotted domesticated tabby cat.
The thing was mewing, and needed some milk.
Her coat was smooth, just a tad bit courser than silk.

Monkey Man embraced...

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Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit

Grasping his precious jewels 
The tens unit clung
Crank that cruel...

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Hate
In civilized quarters, an outrageous obscenity:
Unwashed, perishing pant
And, for real, a dismaying insanity,
When a hater heatedly rants
At his subject of unusual dislike,
Whom he would’ve loved to strike:
His heart hammering vessel –damaging beats,
His head contending with...

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Hand Grown In Thyme.

On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak,
In bearded wood and clove
I hidey in this Mutton cloth
That strangles like a choke.

Lampooned upon this Ferris wheel,
A chuckle for a hoot.
I swung with empty boxing glove
And...

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They spied me in the sky, dropping bombs of love
on Ferguson, and bitchy women's  rooms; and rednecks' 
shooting range was next, the blooded boxing glove.

They spotted me in Tel-aviv and also in Tehran, collecting
Jewish...

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Mom knew long before I did 
that I never made this bid
Proud and did not leave it under lid
She loved and never got rid

Her only son, her gift from above
God sent to her, with all...

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I whispered lightly as a rose
To grease my oily bagpipe,
And sniffing with her hairy nose
A dwarf flew into sight.

‘Pull down your flabby chopsticks, man.’
She ordered like a waiter,
And lowering my name to Stan
Got on all...

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He was tough, he’d been raised to be big, fit and strong, 
To hide any hurt, pain or fear.
He’d prepared for this fight, bottling his feelings, 
Living an unemotional atmosphere. 

Then the time had arrived,...

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An idiosyncratic apothecary,
neo pop corollas line its grove;
The price and results may vary;

Heinous hues hang extraordinary,
the bourgeoise see a treasure trove;
An idiosyncratic apothecary;

Chartreuse poppin’ pills be wary,
a champion’s golden boxing glove; 
The price and results...

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A can of coke and a good book to read
Sitting in the sunshine embracing my greed
The sun's beaming rays piercing my skin
Microwaving my internal organs from within
	
My sanctuary from daily life is here
The worries of...

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