aware
and forever
and forever
black and singing
almost screaming
schreeling
were it were
a word
blocked by insight
spitting
at its creator
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and forever
and forever
black and singing
almost screaming
schreeling
were it were
a word
blocked by insight
spitting
at its creator
beat by the poet at
9:20 PM
3
criticisms
the season is here
for heartfelt apology
i pledge to work more
beat by the poet at
3:16 PM
3
criticisms
it is dark
and cold now
colder
than it seems and
than it should be
we will find
the key and soon
i promise
there are many
more places
til then
sit here
sit with me
hold on
hold tighter
worry not
i am here
and warm
warmer to the touch
than i should be
beat by the poet at
8:49 PM
3
criticisms
buttermilk biscuits
tight, tight pants and hot biscuits
i should write a song
beat by the poet at
2:28 PM
2
criticisms
rolling
running
laughing
caught on the playground
spinning
spinning
spinning
stuck seemingly forever
skinning
crying
forgetting
aching to grow up
beat by the poet at
1:34 PM
2
criticisms
i am
frozen
my anger
ends at
your
doorstep
release
relief
for a time
beat by the poet at
2:38 AM
2
criticisms
a hurricane
is coming
barefoot
wrapped in a
summer dress
what there
is of it
distracting
with kisses
with coos
make no mistake
a hurricane
is coming
soft lips
warm breath
and all
beat by the poet at
2:37 AM
3
criticisms
and i am driving down park avenue in memphis tennessee and i am passing the second driveway to the hospital and i am passing my last chance and i am sure you want to see me and i am sure you are alone and i am just as scared as you and i am just not ready yet and i am never ready and i am never going to be and i am at another liquor store and i am not sober and i am too sober and i am on my way home and i am turning off park avenue and i am not going to make it and i am not going to call you and i am not going to apologize and i am already wishing that i had and i am out of forgiveness
beat by the poet at
3:48 AM
1 criticisms
summer heat and sweat
sticky clothes sticky vinyl
welcome to my town
beat by the poet at
2:14 AM
2
criticisms
when our freedom is gone,
the fireworks will be so much
louder than today.
beat by the poet at
12:59 AM
1 criticisms
television show
so much better than a book
that’s what i believe
beat by the poet at
3:34 PM
0
criticisms
dusty
and desolate
brown
and sparse
more empty
than not
yet
fullchockfull
of that
which i have
no need
beat by the poet at
7:11 PM
1 criticisms
mud and rock and straw
seeking a new direction
rush down the driveway
beat by the poet at
5:01 PM
2
criticisms
i have
cut off all my hair
i have
been my own delilah
i have
sat in ash and sackcloth
i have
repented and confessed
i have
begged for my forgiveness
beat by the poet at
4:08 PM
6
criticisms
planes roar
overhead
seemingly
on the minute
so distant
the sound begins
have we a guest?
an intruder?
hard to know
more a rumble now
storm rolling?
no, skies are clear
the jet arrives
passes
drifts away
beat by the poet at
5:57 PM
0
criticisms
should haikus report
the day's events so plainly?
that’s not poetic.
beat by the poet at
12:55 PM
1 criticisms
boiled eggs and chicken
salt, pepper, mustard powder
bam! chicken salad
beat by the poet at
11:13 PM
1 criticisms
natural causes
that’s what the doctors called it
what else could it be?
beat by the poet at
10:12 PM
1 criticisms
when ripe and round tis beautiful to see
the lusty luscious wonder of the orange
refreshing, quite. a complement to tea
first green but ripening into an orange
persian valencia navel or blood
a favorite no man could choose his orange
with passion likened to a violent flood
we are no longer speaking of an orange
her leaves for ever green the seasons race
from pip to sprout, sapling to tree then orange
no silver, gold or lemon could replace
the sweetly sticky juicy sexy orange
forever lonely without rhyming mate
in solitude behind the garden gate
beat by the poet at
11:11 PM
6
criticisms