Long Preterition Poems

(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)

Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold and dank, too many people
without shelter, poorly dressed, wet and...

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As Death came knocking he handed me the Three Keys.
He said I'd used my Free Will and had me a choice, 
Equal sums of Goodness, of Evil - if you please , 
Third was to...

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Retirement day came for the most responsible employee of the company 
Thirty years of waking up each morning at 5:00 a.m. in the morning
Making routinary tasks without stopping except for the lunch break
A surprise tribute...

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The Homeless

People and animals are helpless on the street of any city,
regarded as worthless, society just passes them by, 
empty and hollow, they fall into a black abyss of nothingness.
Today, I saw a man with...

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I cannot say how poems come to be-
from just one thought to full reality.

I cannot say how I hunt down my words
to image themes like nature, flowers, birds.

Or then select a form to fit the...

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I won't sing the words to what was our song.
It would hurt my heart too much to even try
so don't ask me again or you'll make me cry.
I cannot sing it because I am not...

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"Granny, tell me about the snake in your garden"
"No, child let's not talk about that rattlesnake with blade in"

"Tell me the story one more time do it with rhyme"
"Child, you're too young to hear how...

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They say I wait for you 
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.

They say I wait for you 
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space...

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She Walked By

She walked through the crowd,
softly offered the urchin shelter and food.
He scoffed at her penury being and ran away.

She walked through the crowd, 
saw the urchin and quietly walked by.....

She walked through the...

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Preterition Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick


Your touch is pure when loving me right, my man,
my man, loving me right is as pure as your touch,
let us not speak of this, words don't reach as I stand,
heights of...

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I don’t want to think of that silence
Excruciating quietness and all that’s unsaid.
That lone ticking clock speaks in the distance
I don’t want to think as that silence is bled.

Except for the silence, there is nothing...

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Preterition of Cooking


Don't talk to me about cooking
I don't cook anymore
Tried to cook on a cattle drive
The boys gave me "what for"

We was eight days from Abilene
Cooking was goin' well
A twister jumped the herd that...

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Whoever I dreamt about
Certainly it was not she
Though any woman I dream of
It might very likely be she 

No I do not say that
She comes only at night
Though it should be very natural
If she avoided...

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Although my birthday's very soon,
I won't expect a card or gift 
(the shops are open late tonight);
don't think of me; I won't be miffed.

These aftershaves, these ties and shirts
are looking good - but save your...

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