Category: Poetry

  • Poem: Shakespeare Vs. Poe

    (I haven’t gotten my story back from the proofreader and I haven’t wanted to write my second novel idea. So here’s my poem based of the dream I had about Shakespeare and Poe arguing about the correct way to write a poem. While I don’t remember much of what they were arguing about, I assume…

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  • Poem: Cancel Culture

    Grab it all up in your arms and put it in a black bag. This is what we don’t need anymore. All of it needs to be forgotten and dumped in the landfill. But at what result? At what cost? Cities should be more pure and cleaner now. People from small and large countries have…

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  • Poem: The Six Cupcakes

    In the elementary school carnival, I had my eyes on the cupcakes. The white frosting on some and green on others. They all had sprinkles to entice me to pay good money. They were regarded as the big prize as did every other student. I won small plastic prizes or tiny rubber monsters I put…

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  • Poem: Unity?

    Rubberband and rubberband, stretched out and worn. Holding together too wide of opinions. Asking too much of the rubberband and rubberband. Writing letters of disappointment, how could you? and how dare you? and God won’t forgive! The words repeated still ringing in my ears. Tension, tension, spreading like a virus. Powerful as corona and invisible…

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  • Poem: Tread on Me

    It’s okay to tread on yourself. I don’t care.  I don’t mind. It’s what I thought it’d be.  It’s what I knew you’d be. The flag is raised and flows free in the wind.  It never stops moving.  You made certain that flag never belonged to me. I’m not from your city.  I’m not part…

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  • Poem: The Song I Never Heard

    The song I heard from the car radio.  I had no idea who sung it but that voice carried me to the next stop sign and I waited. I thought about one million recycled things I had lost interest in, struggling to find a way to personal victory. A new song started and I knew…

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  • Poem: Hiding Behind His Sentences

    If you hide behind your words, I will hide behind mine. It’s plain and simple. It’s called tit for tat. If you want to compare wrongdoings, I will cite my sources well. It’s not difficult to read. I’ll hold it closer to your glasses if you need help. If you want to claim authority, I…

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  • Poem: C is for Culture

    I saw that flag being held. I’ve seen it on trucks. I’ve seen it on T-shirts. I know what it stands for and what it means. I know all of those things because I have to know. I’m on the other side. The good side to most. The bad side to more than a few.…

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  • Poem: Bromance

    I said to myself those words. It’s the same phrase I repeated. “What a dumbass.” It reminds me how it changed me. How low they have become and immersed in self-pity. These people I didn’t care about a year ago, I pay attention to these mannequins. “Are they really saying that?” No, they can’t be.…

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  • Poem: Insurgency

    Count to ten. Let’s begin again. Never mind, we can’t, the time has already passed. The march was clear as the day began. Breeding violence with words and action. Clamping down on all kinds of numbers. Those who breach can’t reverse the high. The impact was severe. The damage was done. Count to one, let’s…

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  • Poem: Mensa Men

    You’re proud of yourself. Holding your head high. The space underneath you invisible to your shoes. The next step you take. Ask yourself when the image fades. The same song will repeat the next hour. You’re holding onto the day too tight. When the shapes dissolve, never to come back, you will hear that sound.…

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  • Poem: Take the Concave Away

    Lightning rods on your head. I see them glowing in the darkness. Before your majesty, I stand very still. Speak to me in facts not riddles. Your voice of reason announcing itself. Tell me I made the right decision, that I escaped traveling down the wrong road. Raise your hand higher than the sun. Create…

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  • Poem: The Quick Life and Death of Tojo in Words

    I look to you not as a hero. I interact with you to find the answer. I am not of your blood, not even close.   I most resemble the blood of your enemy.   You began as a baby in December. You cried in the year of 1884. The other 11 months you fought…

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