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Rider comin' up behind me
Ragged ear pony shows message is important
As he draws alongside
I
indicate food in my saddlebag
hand across the reins
and
jump
Copyright © Nick Pierce | Year Posted 2015
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I saw my muse today
She rode by on someone else's rhyme
And I continue to squat at the roadside
Crashin' words together
Slammin' words together
Rubbin words ...
Trying to get a spark
Something to ignite the tinder
of inspiration
And I shiver with nothing
to pen
I saw my muse with
someone else
Good Luck, pal
If her high maintenance don't
part you two
Her fickleness
surely
will
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Gargling with bits of
barbed wire
as I think of you
Dipping my toothbrush in
muriatic acid
before each use
I remember when
you taught me
to smile
And as I toss a handful
of thumb tacks
into my boots
before pulling them on
I recall the night
we danced
Peeling the safety cardboard
from the edges of
razor blades
I drop them into my pockets
They nestle there among the coins
They hold each other
as we once did
And now, when I reach for change,
I once again feel your touch
Yes, after all this time,
I am still crazy
for you
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I was in a bar
I was struck in the head
3 times
The knee
3 times
Didn't step back
Didn't go down
Striking stopped
I walked out
Don't know who hit me
Just know he was
lucky
Lucky he didn't
take on
a tough guy
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He lived in a tough part of town,
tough and poor.
But the day they stole his limp,
a childhood injury keepsake,
that was the day he knew he was leaving.
He'd hidden his sense of humor well,
but what if they found out he had one of those?
Couldn't risk losing that!
Best just to go.
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Cut it- clean
Swath on down under the muscle
Slide along the bone
Withdraw
Now enter lightly, gently, deeply
Hilt rested upon the surface
Step back
(don't lose your grip)
Bow to your partner
Turn
and
salute any onlookers
Sheath the pen and walk away
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I'm scrapin' the marrow
I'm scrapin' the marrow from the
splintered bones of my last hero
Sustenance
Flecks of sustenance as I cower
Cower under this shelf
This outcropping of old white guy
Trepidatiously I peer out at a
Skynet world
Shadow governments
Shady leaders
Populations being winnowed
Pared back by progress
There was a time (and I remember this time) when it was said "Man will never walk on the Moon"
And now when it is said "Worldwide famine is impossible"
I ain't so sure
Weavin'
Weavin' the sinew of my last hero
Weavin' a cord
A sling cord
Need a pouch
Here's one
Need stones
Here's two
A guy once told me "You have to give a bit of yourself to the effort"
I understand that now as I sip from the skull top cup
of
my last hero
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Sometimes, when sweeping under the bed or
behind the dresser,
you will come across an old poem
One that has been forgotten about
Or, going through the clothes closet,
trying on jackets not worn since last winter,
a folded paper in a pocket
reveals a collection of lines
A few half shaped rhymes
And a message you once knew
had to be known
And what is to be done with such unmissed missives?
These pieces of poesy past
on a warm April afternoon
Heck if I know
It's time for a late lunch and I really can't think
when
hungry
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Diminishing recollections
of
my past
The tide slides up
onto the beach
Barefoot impressions
of experience
crumble in the brine
Receding water
leaves a
clear sand slate
Now here comes the
next fool
to dig in his toes
To make his stand
against the waves
of time
Impotent impudence
Man is thy form
Copyright © Nick Pierce | Year Posted 2020
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I carve out my dried husked hope
And in the cave I hide the desperation
of living
Carefully, I cover the opening with the foliage
of normalcy
The Job
The Wife
Pay the rent
Stop at the red lights
And I wait for time to pass
To pass me by
as I cut my toe nails
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