Category: Poem
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The Road and the Sky
I like to sit at the intersection and watch the cars go by I wonder where everyone’s going What’s on their minds That lady behind the wheel, does she have it all together Or does she have a migraine Exacerbated by the rap music in the car beside her Or the neon pink minivan’s headlights…
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SWD Syndrome
It was worth the wait She asked me what he ate I thought back on the week Pot roast, Canadian goose poo, a washed-up fish, maybe a couple chips Blue Buffalo savory stew, and of course, his usual shish kabob desserts But I told her I’d cut back on his treats I didn’t know why…
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Medals
What happens to gold medals when their beholders die Every next generation sets its eyes I ran a race this morning, just a local 5k I saw my contender at the start line – she led the whole way I couldn’t catch her It was one of those games where everyone gets a trophy I…
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Apology
Can I keep my mouth shut My words are a people repellant I don’t mean them to be I was just seeking out some connectivity But what I said lacked intelligence Was it a dagger I feared right when I said it Ah! I’m kicking myself Facepalm – you didn’t see it How the thoughtless…
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Ashtray Personality
He was monotoned just before he hung up the phone She said, “he’s got the personality of an ashtray” Her best friend told her, “But you like him anyway” Their relationship was acrid She wondered how he could be so placid About her weight, about her blood pressure and headaches Did he even care about…
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Shirtless
I decided to go for it There was no wind blowing A billion degrees at 7 A.M. My shirt was sticking to me just from standing there I figured I’m that age and at that place where I don’t care We all tried to pretend To imagine it cooler Ice water and fans But we…
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The ABC Store
There’s a heaviness driving there An aura of something’s off in the air Bright daylight, noon time When I walk inside, the glasses shine A bland storefront Organized shelves and aisles It’s a place where people come to get solace from their trials Me walking in is a stunt Will I be seen I dash…
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The Hungry Grave
What happens upon our last breath The older I get, the more I see that the grave is deft All I can hold is the moment and my memories So I take pictures on occasion to capture these Me and my dog on the coast Frolicking in the waves I take it all in, most…
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Book Marks
I see them on the pages regardless of where they’re from Definitely those from the neighborhood library box Also in the used bookstore there are some Those turning pages are such a pleasant hum On white paper among the black print There are splotches I need not squint Green dots, red dots Brown streaks Banana-shaped…
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Babies
It’s a strange feeling when I see a stroller Pacifiers and diapers, screaming babies couldn’t make me colder Some women will shoot themselves Spend everything And inject someone else’s cells I can’t run far enough away I feel no soft and fuzzies even when they’re at play My mother told me not to wait till…
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