Coming Home from the Beach Impossible
Category: poetry
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over (or those worn out)
and in the bright dusk
a police helicopter makes us
young uninitiated ones
lift our chins
defiantlyand those worn out
sit without space
on the bench outside Family Dollar
while the weeds
thirst for cracks in cement
and outside Bill’s one woman
aged white and drunk
dials no one over and over and
over.
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fear of the grocery store
i know i must go
put the groceries on the belt
but here come the eyes
behind methe cat food
the cheese
god forbid the medicine
eyes behind are
up and down
stripping me
bare.
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the purple flower
if you should
in the trudge of
a Friday commute
come across a purple flower
think of your relatives
and smile.
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precious
look
we all have our own precious
we hold it
carefully,
carefullysomeday
we will let this slip
effortless as liquid
away,
away.
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leather
that cool sensation
skin has
against bare skin
plush softness
or taut tan
the feeling
knows only one thing –
hold on
don’t let go.
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florescent light
florescent light
oh the longer i stare at youthe more the cubicles in front me
pulse
and jivedoes anyone else
feel that they’ve already died?floating above it all
like a florescent lightincandescent orbit
of an out of body zealot
reticent under duress.
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400 posts! 400 poems!
i’ve hit 400. who would ever have thought – wonder how high the count will go…. i guess as long as you readers keep reading, i’ll keep writing!
some good “remember when” types…
The Goodbye Party (John Macky of the Old Baltimore Colts)
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Poetry by JC Snyder 