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A poet I was
‘Cause I wrote
Words so nice
Flowing lines
Easy and clear
Images that
You could almost see
Paint with words
A world so dear
Then I learned
To my horror
This is not
What poems should be
They need words
You've never seen
Linked together
Without a care
Blank lines
For no reason
Formatting
That makes no sense
If you can them
Understand
The poet failed
It will never work
Now I know why
Poetry is dead
Poets killed it
In the name of art
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There was a day
Long ago
Then we knew
Who our neighbor was
They were friends
And we were close
And we would
Help our neighbor out
They were there
In our need
You could always
Count on them
Those days are gone
Now we don’t
Ever know their name
And never talk
A neighborhood is
Just where we live
Rows of strangers
Living alone
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He lived hard
Lived fast
But luck was
Rarely his
He got hurt
Many times
And with time
The pain grew
Till one day
He did do
Some act I
Could never do
Took a gun
With one shot
Stopped the pain
Made it end
That I could
Never do
He was
A braver man
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When I as young
Only a teen
I started to read
Some of poetry
Most I found
I did not like
Many poets
And did I read
Finding few
Who spoke to me
But I found one
I really liked
And I saw him
Everywhere
He wrote poems
He wrote songs
He wrote books
Oh so many
Oh he did
Speak to me
Yet when I look
On poet lists
He name is never
There to see
He sold millions
And won awards
But some how
He is not to be found
Looking for poets
Who were good
There are lists
Where he won’t be found
As I look for
The poets of today
And his name
You will not find
Some how he is not
Someone to be named
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Fear eats within my soul
unknown moments where failure is
agony collapses giving away
falling swiftly downward stopping hard
black iron lines angles down
parallels joined in molten bonds
repeating rolls identical bars
anchors are driven securing strong
jagged sharp edges down to doom
to bite hard into yielding flesh
fear of slipping stumbling falls
pounding apart in trembling flesh
seizing gripping clinging strong
carefully edging descending down
memories of failure weaken resolve
need to forces onward going down
straight lines bend in weakening curves
strength is yielding giving away
fear is rebounding eating away
resolve is weakening yielding to fear
careful slow movement continues down
nearing an end carefully sought
freeing from dread at journeys end
escaping too briefly at dangers end
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The world I see
I do not like
There is much
I would change
Filled with hope
I close my eyes
And I wish that
It will be
Filled with love
For all mankind
And become
Quite color blind
Men and women
Both can dream
The same dream
For both of them
Peace and plenty
For everyone
Is this too much
To great a dream
I open my eyes
With hope to see
A dream that
We could see
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In the cold of the night
as the cold wind does blow
under the far away stars
I walk in the dark
my footsteps empty sound
breathe clouds in the air
the night cuts to the bone
as I cry out the words
I have a brother
we're of the same flesh
our blood is the same
I have a brother
my heart does ache
my tears to flow
I know it is true
he is there somewhere
once he was here
walked by my side
together we were
for ever more
I have a brother
somehow I would know
if he was gone
somehow I would know
darkness has no answer
the night has no end
cold wind cuts through me
I walk alone
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Long ago back in the day
When my beard was full
My hair wasn’t gray
Had a bike and used to ride
Had a friend from LA
He had been to Nam
Had worn as badge
Tough as nails hard as steel
One day word came around
He was down and feelin’ bad
Going to kill him self
And anyone who came around
A friend is a friend
A good one is hard to find
And there’s a bond
You don’t set aside
I got my bike
And I set off
Wondering if so I be dead
Knock on his door
And waited in dread
He opened the door
And looked me in the eye
If you’re going to kill yourself
Can I have your bike
He smiled and said
You wouldn’t want that
It got too many problems
I just wanted
To see who were my friends
Come on inside
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Two toy animals
For years loved
Worn by play
In tiny hands
Missing both
Are their eyes
Seams spitting
Deeply loved still
By a little man
Till one day
One was gone
Thrown away
As too old
And too worn
Still was loved
Still deeply missed
Woke a fear
In a little man
Of the wear
On the other
Hid it away
No more played
Kept it safe
Had it stay
Long years hidden
Till a man
Took out his toy
Still deeply loved
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With my eyes closed
I cannot see
the color of their skin
if they’re fat or thin
my judgments fall away
and who I think they are
I must talk with them
and listen to their words
to know who they are
with my eyes closed
when I hear their cries
of their hunger and their pains
and hear their joyful songs
when they laugh with joy
then they are the same
just like you and I
when I listen to them
they are the very same
when I close my eyes
when I close my eyes
and when I listen to them
we are the very same
there is not them and I
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