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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    It’s a choral farewell. It’s a choral homecoming. Either way, someone’s hands are always on my shoulders. When our eyes met, mine probably fell. Were yours welcoming? Because for you I’d move boulders. And I know the world keeps turning while I’m away, I’m not deluded. But it...
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    I had the privilege of going to see the new Muppet movie last week. Needless to say, I was thoroughly enthused. It was definitely fit for all ages. All the people in their thirties loved it because the Muppets were their childhood. All the children who saw the movie enjoyed it because it was up-beat...
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    Every time you hear the news, You scream with anger and hatred and rage, ‘cuz other people’s lives aren’t yours to choose. It seems you don’t get it’s all a new age. So, with every breath I take, Whenever you look someone in the eyes, There are some feelings you just can’t shake. ...
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    I can smell their rancid breath, Polluting my home, The stench like death. I’m withered and weary, They dine like kings, My eyes turn bleary, Clouded, it stings. Only I, so cultured and wise, Am worthy to cryptically, Plot their demise. The goddess, my guide, Holds steadfast and str...
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    When you weep I weep, We are conjoined by much more. We are connected, so deep, There is no need to implore. You say I’m like an angel, Perfect with innocence, But I once was from hell, You remember my absence. Your kin, he draws barriers, Though he knows not, Behind his ears there a...
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    The stranger whom, I knew so well, He stood beside me, in case I fell. I knew his secrets, and he found mine, His demeanor assures, I’m meant to feel fine. He tightened his grip upon my shoulder, His teeth clench, his eyes, they smolder. My heart was beating an angry rhythm. Do you hear my ...
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    Am I who you think I am? The scars on my skin and the pride in my eyes? Some call it a scam. Or is it just my disguise? The red and black, Black and blue, It takes me back, Those moments hold true. Are you who you say you are? Do you heal me with my broken limbs? Seal my cuts and all tha...
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    One who is afraid of raunchy behavior, Breaks the face of society, Wanders forlorn, Thinking of obscenities, Regarding artistry as abominable, Sickening, repulsive, shameful. Those who relieve themselves of competence, Compositing their lifelong morals and ideals, Praying to their choice of ...
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    I can see it like I was a hero. Super, a being invincible, Who feels anger and becomes angry, Who feels jubilation and becomes jubilant, Who feels sorrow and becomes sad. A raucous noise that is constantly interrupting— My train of thought. Thousands of words crawling inside of my pesteri...
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    These lies that bind us together, they change the way we confront to world. We are trapped in this downward spiral. We or us, whatever you say, must resolve, to keep our mouths shut and, or, maybe, if the words don’t come out right, they will kindle the fire already burning and gathering, p...
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    Encompassed by the count, No rest for the weary. Not a shadow of a doubt, Though eyes get teary. She crashes to the floor. Her dream shattered with bone, Savior she would implore, Maybe forever alone. The prima who cannot be, Her words more than a noise, She moves, a practiced tendency. F...
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    The woman in her chair has righteous indignation. Yet what are we? If not a constant culmination, Of habitual adultery, Of our memories ticking into frailer days. A fickle friend that bites his tongue, Coughing and spouting, getting his lays, Produces a smile for every wrung. His breath is r...

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