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Kyle Maples Poem
Songbirds loose small chirps,
Tiny enough to slip through
Momentary rain.
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Drift into the depths.
Submerged you are beyond sight,
But you are still here.
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At sunset on the gray suburban street,
The only sounds are sounds of scraping feet.
My dog and I tread slowly on the black
Asphalt. I feel something is pulling back
The leash; my dog has found a treasure trove:
A mailbox, where the people come and go.
Though she would like to stay and smell all night,
I pull her back and walk with all my might.
But, as I think of all that I must do,
The early spring wind pulls me back into
My jacket, where I rather would not hide
When in nature's beauty I could preside.
Though in the darkness it was hard to tell,
I realize, now, that I am leashed as well.
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I went timid to the street fair last night
And hoped intensely for an adventure,
A destiny. But destiny is not
A right, but a privilege with a flat rate;
I found my fate too costly. I doubted, then,
Whether my choice was right, but deemed it so,
For, as I left, the pulsing sky met me
With thunderous applause. Or, maybe, it
Was waving, pleading, shouting out a low,
Desperate warning, begging I return.
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Why do we delve in school all day and night?
Sunrise and set, both see egos engrossed
In education used by us to boast
And overtake, regardless of how slight.
Our Grade Point Average must define our worth!
Exams, essays, homework; praise them wholly!
Our university’s prestige decrees
Whether or not we each deserve our birth.
A battle fought with cap guns, noisy toys;
The animals, stuffed full with bulging fluff
Dress up, our feet are touched by dad’s shirt cuffs;
These games are played by infant girls and boys.
How easily high intellect astounds
The geniuses with brains of Play Dough mounds!
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In my hometown, there lies a street,
A buzzing, busy city street,
Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets
Toward places to be and people to meet.
And on this street lies a bouquet,
A busty, bountiful bouquet.
Next to the cracking curb, it lays
And braves the the traffic of midday.
And the bouquet has leaves of red,
A lustful, lively, bloody red.
It's sad such life will soon be dead,
Crushed by our killer tire treads.
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The girl wears makeup
In light, the sparkles shimmer
Like tears in her eyes
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I opened my eyes.
They feel upon a bird and
The prettiest song.
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A piano sits
While amateur musicians
Passively compete
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Dogwood flowers bloom
On the same thin, twisted branch
A lone flower dies
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