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The Poet, In One Last Desperate Attempt To Please His Public, Lays On The Blarney, Louis Phillips

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The words in this poem are quite ordinary.

Bride And Groom, Charles Harper Webb

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Piece by piece, the china slips from soapy hands.

Friends drop the crystal wine-glasses;

Morning Report With Other Disturbances, Stephen R. Roberts

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You might want to head to work a bit early this morning.

Sowing The Seeds, Janet Proulx

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Grandfather would sit in a rocker by the window

smoking a pipe and gazing upon his bountiful garden

Rooms (Re)Visited, Megan E. Hilands

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Doe River Gorge, Elizabeth J. Elliott

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A Ghost On Earth, Alive, Nina Li

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Evolving, Kelli Allen

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I Feel In Your Absence All Rain, Jenn Monroe

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Face Down Days, William Stratton

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Papa, Scott Walmsley

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His crow's feet walked a thousand miles

His dark bags carried all his treasures.

Leonard Cohen Sings All Night, John Tustin

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Leonard Cohen sings all night

on my miserable wet black drive

Waiting For The Sun, Nina Bennett

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Venice Beach is smaller than I imagined,

not large enough to hold its history

Nights When Father Jived With Demon Rum, Madelyn Garner

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Dogs yelped. Mother spat blood. Which explains

the slamming of doors, clawing through back room windows,

Bingo, Seth Benton

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Mosquitoes spatter the wall

beside us as the sweet rot

smell of marsh at low tide

Small Fires, Keith Alexander

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Ryszard turns in a clearing

with a finger to his lips.

It is fall, dead fall, ssssh,

Interruption, Keith Alexander

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A cow in the meat yard opened its mouth

and out poured the voice of Bessie Smith.

The Lion Cub Raised By A Terrier, David Starkey

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reminds me of the porcupine

reared by a manatee, the raven

The Hippo At The Bronx Zoo, Circa 1965, James Arthur Anderson

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The mouth opens like a dumpster lid

and, trained to toss, we all comply,

Love Letter To My Imaginary Man (After Pamela Alexander), Christine Graf

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Next time you walk by my bedroom

in your hulk of spectral dust

with a gust of Thor and thunder, stop

Horses, Gladys Goldberg

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The sorrel who eats carrots

from my hand

A drift of gold in his thick mane,

The Whale Remained For Rebecca, Floyd Cheung

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Of course they took your iPod,

those fabulously large sunglasses,

A Walk On The Old Road, Wendy Smith-Stenhouse

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It's cold

but I stay

standing in the road

The Ashland Bump, Dan Sieg

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There was a quick rise and dip

in Ashland Street,

I never cared much why.

Memo To Mean Girls Everywhere, Nancy Craven

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After you sign-on to U-Stream, and watch the backs of classmates whose fronts you no longer recognize

Why I Cannot Love Picasso, Devon Miller-Duggan

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Sure, he gets that everything is broken

And still charged with lusts.

Gospel, Brady Rhoades

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On French Hill, night falls and you sit on the slope

in your shanty clothes,

Childhood Nightmare, Buff Whitman-Bradley

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In the recurring dream I had as a child

I stood on a small platform

Posted: Don't Poach, Nathan Whiting

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You now read an uncollected poem.

If a poem collector, you should

In His Introduction To Five Poems, J. R. Solonche

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In his introduction to five poems, Su Tung-p'o wrote:

I got drunk and wrote five poems.