1343 5 4
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I loved her when she first came calling in the sodden dawn of spring. She was a strange and dangerous flower. Together we drank up all the money. The days staggered away like drunks lurching down a flophouse hall.
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134322
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I was so messed up
when you left me,
and I admit I went around
searching the faces
of the crowd
for the man who
filled your womb.
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134341
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It is not simple to love in two places, and I have always been a restless woman waiting for signs. Then you appeared walking on my very grave while the stars aligned themselves in patterns of celestial light. I have watched the moon eclipse with you drawing breath…
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134300
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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134365
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They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
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134322
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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134311
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There is an air of sulfur about you. I cannot tell if / it emanantes from you, or it is the stink of your clothes / from having been in hell for so long.
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134200
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gods aren’t going to help you son
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1342159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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134242
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He saw in her something fierce and wild
and gently led her to
his open palm...
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134296
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" No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing."--T.S. EliotI think, okay now I know, the poem's starting to wear off. But I'm alive, at least…
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134242
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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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134200
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The glamour of living in the Rebuilt Engine Capital of the World is meaningless to the young boys who roam its crowded streets after school, desperately looking for something to take their minds off their homework.
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134275
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
|
134211
|
Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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134274
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All this broken glass in the road
Tells the longest story l have ever told
Of how you lost your life and I my love
And how you still go wandering above
I don't know how I can return
To the planet where we used to thrive
Along this broken
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134211
|
Here is a not remembering
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134231
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At school, Joe knew the answers to the questions. He used to jump up onto his desk and wave his arm before Mrs. Gestapo told him he would have to stop or he would go to the principal’s office, where the other kids said that the principal made you pull d
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134211
|
Jack Krackenthorpe, Director-General of MI-5, sat alone drinking tea in Lee Ho Fook, a third-rate Chinese restaurant in Soho a mile from his Curzon Street office.
|
134200
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“You know, Miss Viv, I love looking at the sun when it’s almost gone. It kinda looks like an orange and apple squished together. Those are the colors. And the puffy clouds under it look like a bed. It’s going to sleep."
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134287
|
Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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134130
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The river was frigid. Branches, empty cans, and used condoms float past me.I lost my jacket when I became snagged on a tree branch. My shoes are gone. My skin is blue-grey, as are my lips and fingernails. I've been face-down in this river for two…
|
134100
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"Did you see any action?" I ask, hoping for a story. He points to a scar ripping through the chevron on his left arm but says nothing.
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134111
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
|
134110
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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134111
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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134181
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If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
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134121
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It was that awkward time when one didn’t know if the night’s lover wanted to see you again.
|
134111
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He’d've been up there belting out the hymns then bickering with the vicar after.
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134154
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I suspect I’ll make the right decision.
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