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Recent Poems
- Tristan: I faintly feel my spinning wheels come creaking to a stop. To keep them going, momentum slowing, takes much more than I’ve got. A push, a prod, a smile and nod, I’ll take what...
- D. Edgar Lamp: FAILURE Fortune gathers those who know, All the seasons take their turn, Instant while the moments glow. Logic binds the rapturous burn, Urgent weather aches to go, Rising fractal...
- Meryl: If F stands for FAIL, Why does BYU use E? Does E stand for EPIC FAIL? Could that possibly be?
- Volkam: Traveling up a long winding stair I grow and learn the stairs never end but I don’t care I want to feel the struggle and the burn at times the stairs are smooth or rough my efforts...
- Tristan: They say that it ends. They say that it gets better. I don’t believe them.
- SBgiselle: High School Day by day, It is the longest thing invented. Year by year, It flies by like it never even happened.
- Meryl: I struggle to research; I avoid writing. But soon my paper will be longer than this poem.
- Russell: The other things that put themselves in between the things I actually want to do seem infinitely long
- Volkam: I met him in a house macabre sitting under the dim luminescence of a dusty old candelabra I shuddered at his prescence “What kind of fuerte might you have young man? Enough to escape...
- Volkam: along the grainy beach the ebb and flow of tide eased me to soft sleep in a nearby hotel room I lie I’ve run across the sand late late at night and from this strange land felt the...
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Sleep never felt so good
and clothes never fit so perfect
as when you are clean.
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It would be so refreshing
to dust the corners
vacuum the rug of of it’s fuzz
sort through the drawers
deciding what to keep, what can be thrown away
to set shelves right
find the missing sock
and empty out the garbage bin
in my mind
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I scrub and I scrub,
spending hours, days, weeks in the tub.
I’ve grown accustomed to the heat and the fog;
I’m physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally waterlogged.
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The feel of the warm water encompasses you completely,
filling your entire soul with a burning fire.
As the peace and comfort within begins to grow,
you realize you are spotless, wholesome, clean, and pure.
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Stop playing;
Just say it.
It’s time
To come clean.
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the salt is everywhere
in my eyes
and mouth
and hair
I smell like the water
the sand
the birds
nature
Back to my beach house
I scrub
I drench
I disinfect
And watch the sun sink
in the waves
out of sight
I am clean
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the lady next door
struggles with the fallen leaves.
he drops his big load,
strides forward with a smile
and takes her wire rake.
minutes pass, the leaves are bagged
and problems he bore
were blown away in the time
pestering no more
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