Secondhand Poems - Poems about Secondhand

...A nine - to - five bartending job - the life, death, and fate of an artist. Forced to sweep cracked tile, and vacuum puke stained floors - until enough people notice him......

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...There once was a man who played in a band But his trumpet was old, secondhand He went into a store To look at some more But came out with a fine baby grand ......

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...It would seem impossible for a house plant to have joy loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient depleted soil every third day fed plastic cups of fluorinated water enduring yellow, rainless nic......

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...If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy Do we have what it takes to even be considered for membership? Or must we wander into ......

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...Mr Ragged 2024 The unsteady slow winter moon, trudges towards a freezing night; riding on winds back,of shadows feint, blowing out the days diminishing light, It i......

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...Goodbye Nadine Over the last two days I have been thinking about all the times we shared together. I don’t know why I am feeling sad an......

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..."Long has My grace been proffered Long has intercession been offered Short is My space for repentance 'On my terms!' frames their resistance 'Tis not I who needs to change Defying My terms wil......

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... Scrolling through my Facebook feed I see Wierd Secondhand Finds is having a rather heated debate; Is the figurine male or female? It has antlers and only male deer have antlers! Perhaps it's a......

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...The problem with Friday’s Is as I do my emails I forget how to spell Wednesday And all my confidence fails It’s a perplexing condition When you can’t figure out what’s the cost And all your b......

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...Hyper vigilant Hyper aware of this body These hands... This heartbeat It is all normal Yet I feel some kind of lingering lurking anxiety An energy...An entity Following me... That thing is m......

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...Sackcloth and ashes blood and steel clashes carbon dust burnt at last digging the umber crust sackcloth and ashes lie as time passes into the future it is written on the walls, some......

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...The Writer's Book Bag When I looked done, The bags were all around. Scattered on the floor, Obviously bought at a secondhand store. Writers came in and sat down,......

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...If I would be known as an advocate Let it be for what’s just and fair, As I see it, telling it right and straight The truth is not in a lot of hot air! In any case, I would much rathe......

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...The Perambulate David J Walker (Bach Cello Suite N1 in G Mischa Maisky) What part of me Was lost or Never was I see Refracted reflections In a turbid sky I feel the Dryn......

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...Born to create, deceived to consume. We think we are so royal and grand. Brilliant and creative we do assume. In truth a wasteland, at best secondhand. We repeat what has already been had. ......

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