Simple Prose Poems

A dull-looking scuffed up ebony toolbox full of pure happiness,
Sat in the back of Charley’s old green Chevy pick-up truck,
Waiting for him to drink his...

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I am Only Myself

I am what I am.
I can make no pretense,
Of being anything else.
You must accept or shun me, as I am.

I am what...

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We all want to be Happy
We pray to God for bliss
But where does God truly live
This point we sadly miss

God is not on a distant...

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 Writing is therapy,
medicine for my 
inner child;
my soul.

Past abuses, terrors,
inner monsters,
conquered with a simple pen.

I face demons,
cowards who run away
when enlightenment’s sword swings.
 ...

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She was wearing a red saree. She was wearing her mother’s ornaments. She has a simple, ordinary face, but her eyes were like a tranquil...

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While music holds memories of each second
And the devil weeps with each beat of her heart.
Unfit to steal, her essence will not depart.

He ciphers -...

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I just wanted to thank Poetry Soup for, well, for being, for existing as a format for poets to share their hearts and souls. I...

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I called but you did not answer me,
You spoke a language I did not understand.

I reached for you and we touched fingertips, 
Then swiftly you...

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She was standing by the window. I was longing to see the sunlight reflecting on her hair. But she was listening to the sound of...

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        UNDERWEAR TALKING

       - Friend  young underwear, I do...

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There was a man from the town of Shimoda who lived a simple and contented life.
A stonecutter by trade, he would go to the mountain...

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          Be irresponsible
by acts of third parties,
but responsible for
your actions ... but not
overdo...
Be a crazy
controlled or...

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Over and over again
 
I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.
You whispered to me in a sweet dream.
“Over...

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Paternal Grandfather Aaron Harris...

Lovely bones long since disintegrated
into dustbin of genealogical history,
if still alive would rank as oldest person
clocking another one incremental increase
asper in chronological...

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What makes a poet, be a poet?
What makes a pilot, be a pilot?
What makes a janitor, be a janitor?
Circumstances bears some weight.
Determination will unlock doors...

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I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?

How do nature's elements
define my identity?

When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not...

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It is the simple things of life
that I remember the most.
The unique smell of Africa
pungent with spices and scents
so exotic they flood your nostrils.

It is...

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impressions while walking in rain:

the sun is red noise
in an unruly sky.

dark clouds
in simple animal shapes

sprinkle bluegrass.
elbows of trees creak.

the sounds of water
splattering on leaves.

miraculous...

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Sometimes when I get a little bored,
my hands will roam...
folding, creasing, creating
life from simple pieces of colored paper
that, I will turn into dragons or birds.

Once,...

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