Long Waste basket Poems

(Door bell rings)

 — The damn dog barks and a voice is heard. Arms stretch, forming a letter Y. A head shakes. Dimples become this smooth cheek; lips form a letter O... Exhaled respiration sighs; the break of...

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Lights dim, and a single spotlight illuminates the stage/Ben Nola has sumptin 2 say/
 a page/ a stage/ two worlds were born from the seed of thought/
 One, etched in ink, a monument meticulously wrought/...

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Becoming 1

I’ve seen stranger things 
Spoiled tongue 
Rosy words
Puzzle pieces 
Riddles and books to be published
And a wedding televised every place 
A beautiful pink dress unlike the rest
Kassadine Corporation
A cologne pina colada and almond
A white...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element 
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Mechanical Intervention in the Nick of Time 

Biography of the greatest cryptoanalyst of them all, "Bumpy" Boedecker Hines, custodial staff at Blimply Park, where the best Scrabble...

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The Tortured Poets Department has a writer's division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
And my mind is tired of being held hostage
A loose-leaf definition of writer's block was once defined by...

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Fever and Chills

History writes itself
invisible pens find surfaces unknown
private life
public life
fever and chills sleep together
heaving corrosive air
from colorless lungs
hearing but their own moans
their own cries of ecstasy
how loud
how soft

From boardroom
to bedroom
clinging to manufactured essence
flesh bleeds...

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Where the floor meets the wall,
She stands in her usual spot,
Craving a cigarette,
Observing, processing, psycho-analyzing,
Another Saturday night with her friends.

Their forced civilized exchange of small talk, 
Boasting, intellectual competitions and back handed compliments
Vainly covers the...

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Every poet on this site fill up your cup and throw your hands in the air.
It's gonna be an entertaining night, so sit back and watch this poetic warfare!
This could be just a one-sided fight,...

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I am a poet.  Not really sure when I accepted this fact but quite thrilled with finally having a title.  I write whenever and wherever about whatever.  I have written one children’s...

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Pain, while unpleasant, does serve a purpose.
It lights the fires that make the poet pick up pen.
An all-too-content person has no need for expression.
So it's like the proverbial 2 edged sword.
It also raises the awareness...

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Counting Green Fruit Loops

Wearing his spandex boxer shorts outside in the snow
To get the paper, dancing to Dire Straits with my IPOD
And my sports bra on.  I notice the vacuum salesmen 
in the shop...

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Texas A and M when I was in school
You could only survive, if you were cool
Things are so different from when I went there
I have some examples I’d like to share

An all military college back...

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I looked up to him so much.
He was the only thing I knew I needed.
In a man.

He was strong, and his hands wide.
Oh his hands were so powerful
He could do anything.

My superhero and my strength
Pushing...

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There's a spot in my life that's 
been void filled and I cry with
a morbid intensity when I think of
him as I do now. He's healed
something baggage born so I can
leave it in a waste...

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Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on  an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle...

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DESIGNATED SPOT

Been looking at this spot
This area by my lazy boy chair
How many months
How many years has it been there?

There is an end table, a bookcase
And so many items I won’t innumerate
But these are not...

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Running the race?
Yester-marathon they remain.
No part in my tomorrow-place.
Today?
Living & breathing peace.
Old saying,
"Can't win for loose."
Why join the presence course of going nowhere?
Just me now,
Healing daily of broken hearten.
Dying by seconds,
Not given rest to seek...

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Do you think Pharts are Phunny

Do you shake hands, hug or play bongos

If a fellow employee pukes in their cubicle
Do you…puke also
	…run away
	…gag until useless
	…get a waste basket in case they go again
	…summon the Janitor/custodian
	…ask...

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Negotiations broke down and the quest for peace became of no accord as

Defiance continued to stand its historical ground.... 

Mixed emotions while closing these hopes; knowing that they had accepted

This fate; into the waste basket...

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