i remember getting old
...we know more now than we knew then
.
we were younger
smiles came easy
and memories were made
like spun cotton candy
and one pony carousels
.
there were fewer reasons to cry
more seasons to f...
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Categories:
tolbert, confusion,
Form: Free verse
journey into a bipolar mind
...journey into a bipolar mind
pebbles in time
.
there were ripples in yesterday’s water
where stones once were tossed
.
pebbles really,
yet enough to form concentric wrinkles
soothing ...
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Categories:
tolbert, how i feel, mental
Form: Free verse
corners
...
corners
i have walked around corners
when i should have stood still
driven fast in slow zones
and sat at the apex of silent
stone walls
i've said words i meant when i was high
a...
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Categories:
tolbert, emotions, graduation, jesus, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
hannah’s song
...hannah’s song
with cotton clouds above her
and yellow daisies at her feet
she danced to a quiet sonnet
of freedom
hands outstretched
and palms towards the heavens
her blonde hair f...
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Categories:
tolbert, angel, bible, desire, love,
Form: Free verse
tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79
...tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79
pulled back on the book i was reading
as if its yawn was bigger
than the one i had borrowed from you
only an hour earlier
we both laughed
rememberin...
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Categories:
tolbert, rain,
Form: Free verse
the breath of forgiveness
...the breath of forgiveness
.
some say the music still plays
in the empty doorway, shaded with time
past an eternity of yesterdays
and melodic songs with words that rhyme
.
only in ...
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Categories:
tolbert, christian, conflict, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
swan song
...swan song
.
you made my world bigger
then smaller
then so large
i did not know east from west
as i stood so alone
in the middle of desire
and that proverbial non-place…
wantonness
...
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Categories:
tolbert, desire, i love you,
Form: Free verse
proud to be an american in jest
...
proud to be an american (in jest)
i saw the mailman steal my letter
i saw the tax man steal my dime
just when i thought things were better
i saw the preacher steal my time
i...
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Categories:
tolbert, america, humor, parody,
Form: Rhyme
for only a day
...for only a day
once, so long ago,
we ran through plowed fields,
barely missing sharp glass fragments
and jagged rocks
and never missing opportunities
to laugh and stumble over one ...
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Categories:
tolbert, childhood, remember,
Form: Free verse
ms deborah digges
...ms. deborah digges
ms. deborah digges died today
plunged to the earth and they found her that way
she took her complex thoughts of simplicity
and buried them in the soil of the univers...
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Categories:
tolbert, people, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
sylvia
...sylvia
***this concerns several books I once owned.
Some were written by Rod McKuen, others by
Richard Brautigan, others by others…***
i discovered that words are
like some...
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Categories:
tolbert, books, heartbreak, suicide,
Form: Free verse
white punctuation
...white punctuation
where did the minutes go?
we held hands and laughed at nothing
because nothing mattered
as we traveled into the safeguard of night
darkness was a friend
dressin...
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Categories:
tolbert, feelings, love, memory, relationship,
Form: Free verse
my eyes tried to tell you
...my eyes tried to tell you
golden and round the setting sun peeks
over sloping mountaintops
while cobalt shadows inch into the rust-brown crevices
like a silent blanket smothering the lig...
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Categories:
tolbert, blessing, kiss,
Form: Free verse
waiting
...waiting
there were oatmeal cookies on the counter.
only three left
of the dozen she made just before the pot on the stove moaned,
weeping
that her coffee was done.
dark and bitter, s...
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Categories:
tolbert, lonely, sad love, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
streams of mud
...streams of mud
we played in shallow streams of muck
where there was no black, no white
we were all mud-packed kids
crusty-skinned little boys who knew the sludge would wash away
when ...
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Categories:
tolbert, black love, childhood, friendship,
Form: Free verse
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