Long Skip over Poems

This summer marked the 10th year anniversary, 
Of our promise that should've lasted an eternity. 
There are more tales to come about our prime,
And I will tell you all about it another time. 

Right now,...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
it doesn't make you look badmans calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what a retard,
and don't you know we all skip over...

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Have you ever wanted something so bad?
because you know you can't have it
motherhood is something I'm expected to conform to
I never liked to conform, yet I always did 

being a mum was always on my...

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Chapter 2, The 1492. 
That’s where they like to begin. They skip over the terrorists activities of theft, plunder, and genocides. When we naively thought freedom was free, We paid our lives for it during...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
you don't look like "Badmans" calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what a retard,
and don't you know we all skip over that...

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always last at the dinner table gave from zero
made the best giving it my all with dignity and respect never asking more then i could ever get realizing you get back what you give make...

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Embracing Poetry

Freedom on the lam where the poet sings
To hearts imprisoned against their will;
Inspires the bereaved mind to spring to life
And uplift hearts bloom burst liberated
When pain of incarceration ceases.
‘Gloria excelsis deo’ in the world.

Frolic...

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Those Midnight Infatuations 


 


 


1. 


You're the water  


on the phone Sun 


that I crave. 


To become the 


dopamine blocker  


in my brain. 


 


2. 


I am the minuscule rolled balls ...

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The Little Dog ( Scotty )

I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect me
They are nice to me
I’m only small

The human is a...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own,
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees...

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I was born with dyslexia,
And also A.D.D.
I’m not sure that you understand
What this demands of me.

You have formed your low opinion,
And judged me in your way.
Because I do not read your work,
You’ve nothing good to...

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I know....there are places I speak and areas I listen and I found the reasons behind the
colors

of Sarah's hair.


I could fly, I used to run so fast down staircases that were carefully carpeted with the
shades...

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I walk into school with my Bible in my hand, spine soft from use, corners worn like an old friend. I underline the verses that feel like home and scribble in the margins like I’m...

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After dad's Sunday softball games, 
us kids would run the bases.
Then we'd skip over to the River Inn Tavern.
Players would gather in small sweaty clumps.  
Guzzling life 
Playing pool
Devouring cold cuts
Rehashing the scent of...

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"My dear skipping stone," I gently asked.
"What tales lie within your flitting flight,
As you tippy-toe skip over the water so fast?"
What lessons can you tell us, Oh shiny one so bright?"

"Well firstly, it's in the...

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Departed poems in a gray post-dated heaven
clatter wings together like hens in a jailers coop.
Words never die, they bury themselves in
heaps of dry leaves, distant laughter scatters
the sadly said.

Muse-makers wear plastic rainhats
that flutter like bats...

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They locked me in a glass cage
Stare at me with their clipboards
Look at me like I am a freak show
Observe me like an animal
Treat me like a time bomb 
And cower away as if I...

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A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton...

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An oasis? Is it imagination?
Maybe desert Frustration?
Here is it there is it fair to share 
This tiny bit of paradise in the
Heat hot blistering sun is this
Summer season or just very very
Hot? There is the...

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I am not good at critiques. I am better at praise.
I like almost every poem. I want to elevate and raise.
Reading poems is a hobby that makes me feel good.
I know I should critique. As...

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if these walls could talk would I feel embarrassment from the stories they could tell?
within me if these windows could truly see would they close their blinds for every time I was given a farewell?
if...

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Almost Ready to Go
How does one pack up and move to an area of destruction?
How does one take all of their mustard seeds and place them on the window sill?
I am about to take the...

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There's a white saddled horse,
and not a cowboy in sight.
No lasso to take him in,
to his stable this night. 

There's a red bricked saloon,
with no man to tend bar.
Not an order to be taken,
only a...

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I am about to leave camp in the thunder
If lightning strikes me it will be a blunder
My quills are bent, the ink well is dry
This being my last poem, I know you won’t cry. 

No...

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6 degrees but it feels like minus eight
Dressed like children swaddled to meet the bus
Walking beside a quiet soothing sea
Face is warmed by the sun that's coming up

Seagulls pick and skip over lapping waves 
Sea-glass...

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