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Best Poems Written by Joplin Sell

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Tomorrow Is a New Day!

Tomorrow is a new day,
don't let this moment get you down,
just chase those nasty blues away,
and make a smile out of that frown.

It's times like these when you must understand,
that faith is what needs to be in your heart,
for the Universe does have a wonderful new plan,
and you will be playing a very big part.

Just live your life day to day,
by believing in the power of the spirit,
no matter what troubles seem to come your way,
"I believe in you, my child," listen close, you'll hear it.

The flowers will bloom through all this crap,
and the Universe will fill you with hope,
even though you're lost without a map,
and wonering how you're ever going to cope.

But trust in that faith that lives in you,
don't let the demons win at their game,
the angels are on your team in everything you do,
so the way you look at life will never be the same.

For you can make it through this period of bad,
"I need your help Great Spirit," is all you have to say,
to find happiness and peace out of this sad,
for tomorrow is going to be a wonderful new day!

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The Dunes of White Sands...

for White Sands National Monument

I float through a vast ocean of white sand,
gliding slowly over the dancing dunes,
some rise gently against the purple mountain backdrop,
some tower steeply, ruling the barren waves,
I am called to soar above them...

Quiet,
the air is silent in the evening sun,
as clouds mimic the sparkling hills,
and the Earth holds her breath,
in awe at her own beauty...

I stretch my arms out to the sides,
and trustfully fall backwards,
embraced by the soft, warm dunes,
cradling my dreams with their lullabies,
I am an infant of the sand spirits...

Man can come and man can go,
and the surrounding mountains may crumble,
but the dunes will last forever,
as these are the sands of time...

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A Lunch Alone

Nobody cares about me,
An apple, a sandwich and some chips,
I’m missing something.
Why don’t people like?
What is wrong with me?

On my left, the popular group,
A flock of eagles dressed in school tuxedos,
On my right, the burnouts,
Flapping pigeons dress in Levi jackets.
I am the middle, I am the nerd.
I eat by myself and walk by myself.

Damn it! It’s not fair!
No one says hi to me in the halls,
No one sits next to me in class.
I am a person, I have feelings too.
Everyone talks about the big party over the weekend.

Know what I did?
I sat home crying.
When I answer questions, people laugh.
I’m not a jock, I’m not a stud, I’m just me!”
Sometimes I wonder why am I on this planet.

Done eating,
I wall the halls to the same old wall,
Where I stand everyday,
Waiting for the bell to ring,
An ant, black and dead…

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A Military Sunrise

The dark blanket begins to retreat,
As the morning star pushes it away.
The pink horizon is alive.
The energy dances in the sky.

It’s a new day.

The green carpet sparkles in the twilight,
As the dew drops capture each ray.
The magic comes through.
The birds begin to sing.

It’s a new day.

The morning star begins its climb,
As the sleeping creatures awake.
The warmth fills each crack.
A baby cries.

It’s a new day.

The flower buds open in the light,
As a spider finishes weaving its web.
A bomb in heard in the distance.
I grab my gun.

It’s a new day.

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Big Ben Is Set Free

Stone hands slide across wooden faces,
With a timeless intention,
Of man’s damnation,
To glimpse at a movement,
Searching for salvation,
We stand in lashing winds,
Of spoken rage,
And caress the moment,
Before,
The wheat grain,
Slips,
Away,
And desperate housewives,
Transmute into schizophrenic princesses,
Waltzing through a ballroom palace,
Stone hands capture each breath,
And inside glass bottles,
They chime,
Then fall on disciples,
Time stops,
Life,
Dies…

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T.V. Land In Vietnam

The liquid trees sweat 
in the early morning heat,
Reaching out in a deadly grab,
I lie on the ground,
Chin in the mud,
Waiting for the dam to break.

The dead breath of air awakes,
Twigs snap in the distance,
And a bird’s siren cry alarms me,
I peer down my finder-scope,
Into a wonderland of cartoons,
As they dance out of the brush.

Fred Flintstone,
Bugs Bunny,
Mighty Mouse,
Each one reaches my cross
I fire, they fall,
Swimming in a pool of blood.

The sergeant comes to me,
Says I’m going to get a medal,
Says I did a great job,
But I slide down the finder-scope,
and dive into the pool.

I can’t go home now,
I must drown myself in red.
I can never tell my son,
Fred Flintstone,
Bugs Bunny,
And Mighty Mouse are dead.

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Rich Man

Hand extended,
tears from eyes,
shredded clothes,
calling for help.

I pass,
blind and deaf,
keeping my light,
to myself.

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I Live In Alamogordo!

with thanks to ntzkae shange

I live in Alamogordo!
is this where you live?
I live here in Alamogordo,
I live on Zia Street,
my friend lives on Scenic Avenue,
do you live here in Alamogordo?

Sunlight,
falls round me like a sequence curtain,
as the mountain air cools my face,
cool like talavera tiles in the morning,
bright as roasting chili peppers,
my senses come alive!

I got peaceful nights where other people have 
honking cars and sirens,
and an ocean of White Sand,
whose waves I surf on plastic sleds,
soaring above the basin a Stealth flies.

I live in Alamogordo!
live in it,
dance in it,
I'd even sing in it,
a coyote crooning its song,
howling falls so fulla enchantment,
You see, gaze at Sierra Blanca,
and find yourself,
find yourself in Alamogordo!

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Last Dance

“The wood feels so cold,” she thinks,
Running her hand along the freshly, waxed surface,
“And his tie is not straight.”
Her trembling fingers instinctually reach in,
Repositioning the ruffled fabric,
“There, that’s better,” she smiles,
Leaving her palm resting on his motionless chest,
For a moment she thinks she sees him smile too,
He had such a handsome smile,
But no, his painted lips remain shut,
And she realizes they’ll never kiss her again,
“Who am I going to dance with now?” she sighs,
She closes her eyes, 
afraid the memories have faded,
but they are still there,
She can feel his arms wrapped around hers,
As they gently twirl together to “In The Mood,”
Just as they did on their wedding day,

Unfortunately, her eyes betray her when they open,
She sees him again now laying so still,
“No dancing today,” she frowns,
She knows the only music she’ll hear soon,
Will be a bugle’s lonely testimony,
“Not yet, not yet,” she whispers,
“I’m not ready to say good-bye.”
Tears waltz at first down her cheek,
Then quicken to a foxtrot,
And her broken heart drum pounds out of rhythm,
As she crescendos into an aria of sobs,
He had passed so quietly,
Just like the humble man he was,
Watching Dan Rather,
Sipping his evening tea,
While she was in the kitchen,
Washing the dinner dishes,
“Do you want a lemon bar?” She had called,
But there had only been silence,
No eager response for that tasty treat he so loved,
She found him in his recliner,
Saucer and cup still in hand,
He hadn’t suffered just drifted off,

Now here they are,
Once last dance together as man and wife,
Before the curtain closes ending their show,
She was the matriarch of the family,
Sensible, strict, and strong,
No one needed to see the pain she really was in,
Only she knew where she had gotten her strength,
It was from being his wife,
For the first time in her life 
She finds herself without a partner,
“The service was so nice,” she thinks aloud,
“Everyone said such kind words about you.”
Glancing out the window,
She sees cars lining up behind the soon-to-be-filled hearse,
She wipes her eyes, “I wasn’t ready to be left alone on this dance floor.”
She leans over and kisses his forehead,
“Good-bye, my love,” she smiles, “Wait for me on the other side,
So we can continue our dance for eternity.”
She runs her hand over the tear-stained surface,
“The wood still feels so cold,” she says,
Then turns and walks out the door

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A Sauk's Cry

Oh, misty river, flow gently in my mouth,
Tie your silver ribbons around my feet,
A diseased beast rides down your back,
Planting tumors in your breast,
Slowly surrounding me…

Oh, mist river, kidnap my sorrow,
Bind it to your cold, dark bones, 
Tears fall like rain drops, my eyes are the storm,
I can see the smoke, the smoke of the white devil,
Burning in your heart…

Oh, misty river, take my soul,
Drive your arrow into my lung,
Let the emerald carpet grow through my skin,
Let the beetles chew my brain,
Save me from the white devil…