poetry
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Bitter
Bitter is the potion that shapes my future, transcends the norms and forges my culture. Bitter is the blood that runs in my veins and makes me my superstar Samuel Twain. Continue reading
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What If I Refuse to Greet Tomorrow?
What if I refuse to greet tomorrow ‘cause I’m afraid of impending sorrows? Heartaches and failures, I refuse to deal with them anymore; I’m just being real. Continue reading
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A Memory From the Cosmos/A Blip in My Normalcy
I’ve had my fair share of flops, failures, and disappointments in my writing career. However, the beat goes on and I’m still marching on. Sometimes I feel nostalgic, not that I yearn and want to live in the past (no, thank you very much.) But every now and then, old memories pop in to say… Continue reading
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Buzz
This poem is dedicated to my fellows who: – knew the sound of a dial-up modem connecting to the Internet – feared the Blue Screen of Death – hated the “tick tick” sound a floppy disk made when it had gone bad – waited an hour or two or three to finish downloading a five-megabyte… Continue reading
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Orange Cone
Drink your coffee. Take a shower. Don’t forget your phone. Brave the traffic. Pay the toll. Avoid the orange cone. Check your inbox. Eat with co-workers. Then steal a nap. Take a break. Get your phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Continue reading
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Neither Here Nor There
Neither here nor there is a tragedy No celebration, nary a bit of misery The worst that can befall on you is to be stuck It’s worse than running out of luck. Continue reading
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One-Day Break
A one-day break is all I need Some time to sleep or even read Kids are fun, they’re cute for sure But I really need a pedicure. Continue reading
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Think of Me
Of course, you won’t admit how much you think of me Your first thought in the morning before your cup of tea. At lunch you can’t escape, I swim in your soup As you doze off at work, I put your mind in a coop. Continue reading
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Homegrown
Nothing tastes better than your own sweat and tears, Proof of you overcoming your doubts and fears. You may get prizes that’s not from your toiling Soon you’ll realize they’re things with no meaning. Continue reading
Xeno Hemlock 