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Dave Gregg Poem
Whose concerns are elbow germs?
The bugs we cannot see?
We wash our face and scour both hands
But hinge joint ligaments
Receive no such sentiment
Soaps' a stranger to our winged tips
Located somewhere between the hips
Fractures, aches, arthritis
Funny bones, bumps and bursitis
But elbow germs invite no press
Which is why arm colds are such distress!
Copyright © Dave Gregg | Year Posted 2014
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Dave Gregg Poem
tables groan beneath their burdens
marked-down goods, purses, wallets
cards and chain and you must wonder
"Where does it go, where does it go?"
when you're absent friend or guest
no one ogles you on the elevator
cares enough to open a door occupy
your orbit with a knowing smile?
faded price tags catch her glance
she shakes her graying head slowly
as if she is in complete agreement
Copyright © Dave Gregg | Year Posted 2014
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Dave Gregg Poem
Nothing burns so bright
as a bad poem no scribe
admits it but something
in the rotting rhyme and
wayward verse ignites
like kindling one suspects
the sweat and passions
invested only to be scorned
I drop two rejected sonnets
in a fire and enjoy a heat not
felt since my novel was returned
Copyright © Dave Gregg | Year Posted 2021
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Dave Gregg Poem
Nothing burns so bright
as a bad poem no scribe
admits it but something
in the rotting rhyme and
wayward verse ignites
like kindling one suspects
the sweat and passions
invested only to be scorned
I drop two rejected sonnets
in a fire and enjoy a heat not
felt since my novel was returned
Copyright © Dave Gregg | Year Posted 2021
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Dave Gregg Poem
OBIT
unrequited love was
found dead last night
naked and alone
in a hotel room
killed by a single shot
to the heart
police have no suspects
at this time think suicide
was the cause there is
no family to speak of
although countless thousands
have sent flowers
Copyright © Dave Gregg | Year Posted 2021
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