Dean Meredith


Dean Meredith Poems

81. In My Arms 3/17/2013
82. By Myself 3/19/2013
83. Vice Versa 3/19/2013
84. Killing Time 3/25/2013
85. Deliciously Dark 3/26/2013
86. My Friend 3/28/2013
87. All He Needed 3/30/2013
88. Tangled Up In You 4/1/2013
89. Fashion 4/3/2013
90. Losing You 5/28/2013
91. Miss Her 5/28/2013
92. No 5/28/2013
93. Everyday 5/28/2013
94. 1st Night 5/28/2013
95. Pink 5/28/2013
96. That Kiss 5/28/2013
97. Burnin Bridges 5/31/2013
98. Proof 6/2/2013
99. Ode To Femininity 6/15/2013
100. The Twelve Days Of Poetry 6/16/2013
101. Prey 6/19/2013
102. The Closer You Get 6/30/2013
103. Sticks & Stones 7/1/2013
104. Lazarus Moments 7/7/2013
105. The Cutest Thing 7/10/2013
106. Open Wombs 7/21/2013
107. His Little Butterfly 7/27/2013
108. Sweet Rain 8/8/2013
109. The Lady And Me 8/8/2013
110. Ode To Our Lord 1/8/2014
111. Just A Messenger 1/13/2014
112. Metapsychosis 1/19/2014
113. Quietly Searching 3/3/2014
114. The Girl With X-Ray Eyes 4/30/2014
115. Teenage Girls 5/9/2014
116. A Princess On A Pond 5/9/2014
117. Varietals 5/13/2014
118. Tasty 5/13/2014
119. The Way She Is 5/13/2014
120. Presents 6/4/2014

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Please Sir

The slow motion farce
It has me by the throat
All those mindless forms
Closed door meetings
Endless ego displays
The silent sounds
Of crushed dignities
The haunted hallways
Change your mind
There's a form for that
Prisoners lunatics
The guards the wardens
The sold souls
Waiting for their super
Hoping for an easy buy back
Three more hoops
To jump through
Before my day is done
Two more attentions
To stand to
Before I can
See the sun
May I skip
To the loo
My darling
Before I come undone
I breathe
My flexible ...

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Stray Cat Café

On a dreary day too poor for a name,
He dragged himself down to the little café,
Flat white and a paper, always the same,
He fumbled for coins and something to say,
His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold,
The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss,
His soft fingers touched the counter so cold,
And there she was, a sunny shining miss,
All glowing with life and lighter than air,

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