Best Bio Poems

       CLOSING TIME AT THE PUB


The joy, the camaraderie, the smoke.
The great ale, my great friends in Chicago.
Old Town, North Avenue, twas Chicago,1967.
O' Rourke's Pub, where else?
Smoky, filled with excellent, lively,repartage 
and boisterous, glorious laughter.

Great friends like Roger Ebert,...

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Because there is a God in heaven who demands an accounting. Because there are demons on earth who never sleep. Because the wind whispers words into my head whether I want it to or not. Because my little Caitlyn loved toads. Because the world has...

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My life is like that of a commonplace horse
that stays where they’ve put her all day;
she lives very much like the others, of course,
accepting her fate, eating hay!

At times she is plowing ( for work is her lot);
at other times, giving a ride
to those who...

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Susan
wife of Bill,
mother of Brock, Julianna, Jocelyn, Marcus
Heather and Billy, Jr.
grandmother of Logan, Delaney and Isaac
daughter of Alice and Albert and sister of Michael and Diane
lover of family, imagination and artistic expression, the skies in all its moods and wild places
who is patient with others...

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I am a lady
In a white dress
My desire only to be softly caressed
So I take my paint brush, and delinquently paint
My face that pleads let love become quaint
I confess  to my brushes
Let a man stroke me 
With eloquence and grace
As he gazes into the...

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When I used to dream
I used to dream about him
Fantasizing about how it happened and how it could have been
Demons, chasing Nightmares, Happiness on Poles
Tied into a loveknot and dangled in front of me
No matter how I ran, how far, how fast
It seemed to sweetly...

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A Dylan Thomas State of Mind

It’s precisely 2:45am...the time when
~ if I’ve fallen asleep ~
I always awake to find
Myself drenched in sweat.

I lie here beside my beloved
~ as I have so steadfastly since
16 November 2016 ~
Thinking about...wondering...pondering
The end of my existence.

I am not talking about
Taking...

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I no longer search my memory
I no longer use my pride
I've loss the desire for liberty
I no longer speak for life

What I've said hundreds of times 
I'll repeat no more
Time has had it's passage
and totaled up the score

Love has used it's powers
both human and Divine
untold...

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They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies


They...

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Law, English, business, and so on—
    alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on 
    with a prime axiom. 

A moldy, college campus where 
    knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
   ...

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I love my broken English

Am in love with my broken English

Am honored to have two other languages

The ability to think from language to language is one that many don't experience 
The ability to bring vibes from one language to another is one, that many envy

Sometimes...

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Daughter  of Mary and  Louis
(Named after my late grandmother ) 

My name is  Charmaine
a name originated from latin
Charmaine means -a song

Eldest of two siblings
Wife and Mother

Born and raised
in the sun-kissed land of Malta
(an island in the Mediterranean  sea
which is politically westernized
yet...

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Through life...I've learned the meaning of love.
Through love...I've felt the feeling of heartbreak.
Through heartbreak...I've felt the feeling of pain.
Through pain...I've learned the meaning of acceptance.
Through acceptance...I've learned the meaning of forgiveness.
Through forgiveness...I've learned the meaning of faith.
Through faith...I've learned the meaning of life.

We are all...

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Why, Momma, why?
Was I not deserving 
of you?
Was I not good?  
Was I too frail?
Did you send me away
Because your own life 
derailed?

Why, Momma, why
Do I still secretly wail?
Asking myself what did I do so 
wrong? How did I fail?

What you called rebelliousness
Was the...

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I am...
A seed that was blown from 
A wayward wind
Sewn too soon
With fragile roots
Clinging
To a rocky soil
That fell between
The cracks
In a place covered
In ocean brine
Which...Somehow
Managed to exist
Where the sun
Could not shine
Except…
On those rare days
When it would burn
Through that veil 
Of grey fog
Turning 
The whole world...

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