Long Splash around Poems

I
How long have I been doing this
Throwing my time & money
Into a hole
Filling up notebooks
Mining overheard conversation
For lines
Squeezing the sponge
Of my wine soaked
Mind
Into the bucket
Of poetry
And now here we are
Gulping down the
Lead tainted water
Like Romans
Romans
Forced...

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“Physics asserts that there are four fundamental forces: electro-magnetism, gravity, and the strong and weak nuclear forces. These gentlemen have made a compelling argument for the existence of a fifth, desire.” Dr. Howard Pollison, National...

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Why did i did that i shall never do that again 
Should never make them feel like this again 
Feeling empathy for the soul why am i doing it again  I must be absurd...

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Away from the world
from the hustle and bustle
making friends with the residents
tucked in
among the cattails and bank of elephant ears
sitting in the dainty, mahogany lean-to
It seems it is just the screen that prevents me from...

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Finding a Home

I always yearned for the sky to turn blue
Walking in the rain was all I knew
I would halfheartedly splash around
My true feelings never did make a sound
Never did have a home
Optimistically I thought...

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I reminisce, I miss
the sound of our giggles as we lay -
my sisters and I – on our beds
whispering into those sweltering summer nights
until inevitably, my stepdad 
yelled up the stairs at us to go...

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I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand...

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...here! take my love (it is solid!)                            ...

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Imagined words, I will retrace
they're whispered, clear, from somewhere back in time...
These words I hear, can't be erased
I will reclaim, within my mind

I'll climb aboard this train of thought
and will recall, what's been forgot
and feel...

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Silently the slimy toad,
Squirmed his way down the shiny road,
And to his followers cried,
‘to Babylon where we’ll not be denied
Lilly ponds and fields of plenty,
tended over by noble Gentry
with cash and causes of great intent,
shall...

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Give me a sign

I was a soldier of war,
the killing haunts me every day...

I don't want to fight no more,
hope God, will hear me when I pray

I've got water to my neck, but,
all I can...

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There is one kind of beauty in a morning walk illuminated by the moon..and yet…there is a different kind of beauty walking after a rain…when all the streets are wet.

The streets take on a glow…one...

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It was a cold and muddy day
as Gertrude lay smiling.
Just the kind of weather 
that she adored.
She could splash around 
for hours in the glop 
and guzzle up 
all her shlopp 
when it was time.
Oh...

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The therapist asked the patient,
" What shall we talk about today?"
The client shrugged and answered,
" I don't know what to say! "

Quite awkwardly, they
Sit quiet for a while.
Then a sudden flash of thought!
A blink. A...

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Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Together we'll splash around in mud spots eating tater tots.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!

There's no time for a baby snooze for the sun we shall...

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Picture#1 -"No! means NOTHING to a duck-
(A duck chasing a young girl across a yard)


Today, I went to the pond 
to sit and eat a snack
I shared a little here and a 
little there with...

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I sit on the beach 
My toes are surrounded by sand 
My hand holds a steaming cup of hot chocolate 
And around my shoulders is a cozy and warm blanket 

My eyes 
Drift up high...

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i don't use spacing in my poetry
because it feels like a gimmick
i don't dabble around in various forms
because they're trite and they bore me
i add little flourishes
that no one notices
so maybe i should just stop?
not

i...

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Together we would laugh,
we would cry until we couldn’t.
We’d talk until the sun came up,
until we saw that single ray. 

We’d splash around inside the lake,
tanning ’til the sky turned grey.
Who knew that it would...

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In the small hours of the morning under silver salted skies
I am fast asleep while wakeful and I see through half closed eyes
Though my bed has long been calling I am gazing at the stars
Hearing...

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You would put your paws in your water dish.
Tip it over and splash around.
Paper towel was fruitless.
You’d unravel it and tear it up.
I was annoyed in those days.
I was young and annoyed.
I hate that I...

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