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Best Poems Written by Sharon Keely

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Beacon Street Blues

What sort of homeless person would I be
Would I cart all these books everywhere with me
Would I scream and shout to keep the world at bay
Or would I nod and smile by my tin cup each day
Would I dress real well, try to look like a swell
Or would I let myself go, not put on a show
Would I turn to drugs or would I stick with booze
What would I have to lose
Would I rant and rave about equality
And how you look right through me
Or would I understand -
you need to keep what you’ve got
You don’t want to land in this spot
Would I have any hope, would there be any rope
Gone are the jobs that kept the unlucky on track
Now the squirrels are on crack, the humans on smack
The armpit of L.A. gets hairier by the day

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Terrible Advice

Young me took this to heart:
“Love many, 
Trust few,
And always paddle
your own canoe”

Now I paddle my canoe
In icy waters
Far from my youth
and my many lovers 
not one of whom 
I trusted.

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Just Another African

Just another African
Once full of sun and hope
Train to Venice from Milan
At the end of your rope
Horrors seen at just 19
Crammed onto a flatbed
Desert burning red
Human carrion in the sand
Oblivion near at hand
Beatings, rapes in Tripoli
Leaky tub on a rough sea
Peril all the way to Sicily 
Papers - “political refugee”
Even so, two years of no, no no
Pain inspires disdain
Contempt and disgust
When migrants are discussed
No “ciao”, nothing so banal
Distracts from the icy canal
“Go home” they thunder
And film you go under
No Good Samaritan
For just another African

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Take My Money

I see your site say -
Error: call 1-800 to pay.
There goes my day.

Why do you ask me 
To give endless ID 
To part with my money?

Profit is your mantra;
So what if Santa
Wants to pay for my Fanta?

Forget Patriot Act bullarama
My $10 drama 
Is beneath Osama.

The “main menu”  loop
Dishes “valued customer” poop
Till my brain flies the coop.

It will be worth the court fee
To have the bankruptcy trustee
Take over from me.

And that’s when you
Will put a live person through
My ass to chew.

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Granny Ganja

Grandma’s aches affected her sleep;
She often made the help weep.
But at least she was regal -
Until pot was made legal.

She ditched Big Pharma
And moved to California
Now she takes pot
For every ailment she’s got

Indica for sciatica
CBD oil for inner turmoil
On sativa she’s a diva;
says it helps her creativity – 
now she’s writing poetry

Free of arthritis and bursitis
Her new mood delights us
Always totally mellow 
No longer acid to any fellow

She’ll take a toke
From any bloke
And always wants to munch -
All day long it’s brunch

Her perm’s turned to dreads
Only weed in her flowerbeds
Gone are her pearls and wool suits
- Pasta Prego is in cahoots

When she walks through their door
The waiters give a roar
"Mangia mangia Granny Ganja!"
Still – she’s much nicer than before

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This Nobody Walks In La

In a town where one’s car MUST IMPRESS
I am in a permanent state of undress
Without said car 
I don’t go far
When I leave my lair
I walk everywhere
There are cats I greet
Even a human or two I meet
I have become fit 
Bit by bit
My temper no longer frays
On L.A.’s “free”-ways
I am unlikely to injure or be injured
By drivers bothered and bewildered
Surely my mandatory health insurance account
Deserves a discount?

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Uzb 752

So stately behind the wheel
That old Cortina could have been a Rolls
The engine chugged
To the beat of your heart
Slow and steady
Making the drive home last
Captain of your ship 
For five peaceful minutes

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Requiem For a Mouse

Oh poor mouse
You picked the wrong house
No Buddhist I
Though I did nearly cry
When I wrought your end
I’m a treacherous friend
You begged to be my pet
I’m not that evolved yet
What a price to pay
For a crumb each day
At least it was quick
One more bad tick 
On my karmic slate
Gluing my fate

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Guanica

You slept in, I walked to the beach
“I love you” an old American hippy yelled
”And the mosquitos do too!”

My big red welts
A souvenir of our night in Guanica
A stay forced by the Puerto Rican cop
Who pulled you over for “speeding” at 5pm
License to be returned when you paid the fine
Payable only at the police station, which closed at 5pm

You weren’t speeding
But you were Nuyorican
Without a word of Spanish
He would have locked you up if he could

The hotel he said was nearest
(perhaps owned by his dearest?)
Had a pool, empty save for cracks and a coconut

We were the only guests
Yet we were underdressed 
For the bar
Two local grand dames and an old colonel
In full regalia
From another time
Sipping their nightly resurrection

When I stepped naked into the bathroom
And switched on the light
A hundred mosquitos fed in a frenzy 
as if they’d waited all their lives 
for me

The old hotel was the highlight
Of our trip
And of our time together 
You could never want me
The way those mosquitos did

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Fishercats

Sun’s up
Neighborhood cats
Have resumed their posts
In my yard full of holes
Arms folded, ever alert
Occasionally arching, creeping 
And even springing
At giggling gopher ghosts
The felines revel
In having something to do
Getting it done
Would spoil the fun