Long Music box Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of contradictions.

Firefighters bow heads in silent paean, 
while polished trucks stand...

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On a cobblestone street,
cracked and ill-repaired, 
I rifle antique shops 
  for a jeweled music box 
     to cradle my empty locket. 
I wish to drop it 
  ...

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It was early nineteen thirty four
The world was set to change
Europe was on fire
It was time to rearrange

Poland was the first stop
The German Army on the move
So we left for America
I hope you did approve

You...

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"50 Words for Poe: Foxglove"



What goes through the mind 
of Winter, when you are Autumn
just past Spring
Sometimes you’d squeeze IT
in the hot spaces left-of-centre
with the remnants of the
Summers-In-Between

She liked to keep it real.

She’d escaped
and had...

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My Life is definitely trying to tell me something....
It is almost certainly painting a picture, but I can't see what it's a picture
of.
It's been a series of Magic Moments, Crushing Blows, surreal and unfortunate
events, earth...

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Here I sit inside this music box collecting dust on this empty, old shelf, I’m left here forgotten, just a trinket, that you couldn’t bear to sell
You used to make time for me everyday and...

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**This is a special set of poetry written with my friend Justin Connor--we each wrote separate accounts of special companions. The ending verse we wrote together. These poems are meant to be one piece of...

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The Lost Bird In The Sky

Somewhere there sits a lone man
at a bar filled with lowlifes
lost in his thoughts
mad at the world
and at her
it's eight in the morning
and dawn is long past
and its eve's seat...

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OldSockFable 
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 One old sock afforded free the one they thought the drier ate the one they 
dropped by accident the basket overflowed in haste of want to escape...

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I have this strange feelings twirling in my stomach since yesterday and it will not go away, it is not a feeling of pain, it’s not a feeling of shame or guilt, it is the...

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Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?


When...

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Where it Leads

Chaotic arrangement of words
beaten with the mind
fall into place as tetris blocks
where it leads none may know
ready to organize a show
unveil the curtains
open the window, let the breeze
carry your blind mind to see
in...

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Is it simply just a wooden music box?
Charming the human soul, with its melodic undertone,
What a hypnotic melody it so plays, enticing the listener
With its delicate waltz' sweetly strumming, exposing it's
Mystical quality of the supernatural
By...

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Is it simply just a wooden music box?
Charming the human soul, with its melodic undertone,
What a hypnotic melody it so plays, enticing the listener
With its delicate waltz' sweetly strumming, exposing it's
Mystical quality of the supernatural
By...

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dead end street …
mostly elderly when we came
always quiet … 
empty nests side-by-side
aching for spring
but winter came instead
(the winter of life)
friends … good people -
town folk who raised this little
borough with pride
came to this blind...

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(His Version of Music Box)

Here I sit at this dusty, old desk staring at the telephone, asking myself do I dial your number or just leave you alone?
I remember when I never had to question...

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A sweet deep voice resonates across the empty air landing affection
Caresses the chin forming shapes off ladybugs melodies glide and swirl 
Guiding soul heart ablaze inside each melody note I hide love supreme
Released in cosmic fireworks in...

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The spiral staircase made her high heels sing, the metal tips on her heels dinged on the metal steps. 
The sound reminded John of bullets ricocheting on a tin roof he had heard two weeks...

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the circumstance of his birth
had somehow become joined 
to the circumstance of his life
raised on cowboys and Indians 
when no bigger than a twig
alone on a little mattress
talking to limp cloth animals
explains much of this
chromosome...

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Autumn
Memory comes back, 
Piece by piece,
dropping into mind,
as leaves falling one by one,

These colors reflect the sweetness, and bitterness
of memories

I stood in the midst of a road 
above, the blanches of many trees,
shed leaves felled...

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“I’m going to give you the same gift,” her grandma told her on her 7th birthday, 
“that my grandma gave to me.”  
Then she took her to the backyard and pointed to a tree.

“I...

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Autumn
Memory comes back, 
Piece by piece,
dropping into mind,
as leaves falling one by one,

These colors reflect the sweetness, and bitterness
of memories

I stood in the midst of a road 
above, the blanches of many trees,
shed leaves felled...

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Days passed and still we did not take him 
I was angry at everyone and stayed near his side
 But one day he had disappeared 
My heart skipped a beat as I searched the whole...

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Cascades of child like laughter roll of the scarlet paved street of a Harlem like neighbourhood
Infused with the liquid brown scent of human an assault on the senses

Ringing of bells announcing the day of worship
The...

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