Summer Vanity Poems

Beneath the hot Summer sun,
Bathed in pools of sweat.
Cooking of my skin begun,
And it wasn't noon yet.

I felt my forehead fry,
And my whole body quiver.
In...

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Open minded Ike, who hailed from County Pike
Inherited a classic Indian Motor Bike
Being open minded and concerned it might offend
He buried it in the land...

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Of place and our time 
Do untold thoughts align.?
When the space of word,
Able to be uttered; herd.
Our tasks at hand.
They shift as if light upon...

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I’ve often mentioned Hilly in the poems that I have written,
and I’ve often said that Hilly with a brewer’s surely smitten,
so you’re libel now to...

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Blooming colors in shade and sun;
Fragrant elegance, not to be outdone!
In field, garden and flowerpot,
The rose, the violet, and forget-me-not.

Proud and erect upon the stem,
All...

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Nightly battles by Titans 
screens lightly flicker 
life at a standstill 
audiences fall loud to silent upon a drop
brotherhood and sisterhood  under banners of...

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Daisies dotting the meadow sea
One as pretty as the next
Modest not pretentious
Proud but never arrogant

As guileless and demure
As the younger sibling
Of the pretty sister 
Who...

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The World Unknown to me

Let me write of things I do not know
underneath the folds of nothing
beneath a fake moon's glow
I'll write about my pretend...

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A wall says, “You can’t pass through here.”

A man says, “I’d like to visit a beautiful green grass field.”

The wall says again, “You can’t pass...

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E. L. E. K. T. R. A. 



the spring had come and gone
  the summer song was sung
   autumn dragged its feet...

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Winged Vamp – for contest


Hey, who’s in charge here…?
I need a serious makeover,
spent a summer eating a very…
well….green diet
put on a few ounces..
had some of...

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And blondes whistle (mightily)
Groove and rhythm supplied
By their accidental guardians
Feigning lock-down on these
Rancid, insipid rugged shores
It's what's expected
The triumphant stasis
The settling down of
Benign expectations
Mixed coarsely...

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Soaked eye dish-dog, working in the morning
Hopping on the bus, now get some sleep
Music was a woman, her men she’s grinding
Get to bottom of that...

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Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                   ...

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The Stranger and the Photographer
By: Inaam Al-Hashimi  (Gold_N_Silk)
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Sunshine in his eyes
A smile on his face
Dust on his hair
And on his eyebrows

Like a lone ranger...

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