JOE POEWHIT Poems

Green, yellow, blue with red.
Tiny little bird, by my bed.
Yell, talk, peep and flirt.
Over the place of my birth.
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Illusive winds cascade.
Rain imparts wayward folly.
Ramparts of crying souls.
Innocence embraces travesty.
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Here, I sit with my friends, [ THE POETS ].
WINE-my love-enraptures me.
Only to tell thee-my friends.
I love you all - 'past love'.
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So the waves move.
We all find our groove.
Some with the silver spoon.
Looking wayward at noon.
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Things in the life of HOBO-A were looking upward for a change.
Odd -jobs and fighting the devil in the bottle. HOBO-A was in
the park, sitting on a bench, with a new Bible he bought the other
day. The sun had a halo glow of life, with, future radiance in the
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With a story, comes perspective of the story. Here in scope, we
find two entities of life. A dominion of stance has formed with HOBO-A and the friend. Each embracing life, in the context of experience. Transposing those contexts, into a manifestation of being. The
audience of the world taking notice of manners.
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Guests gather around the water hole. Intoxicating
drinks, elevate grandiose aspirations. Band-aids
sound a melodious song upon the right hands.
Idols, on the magic eye, spouts images of
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Walking in vibrant space.
A net work of lace.
A sound of musical lore.
At my eye's open door.
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The beginnings of wars begun.
Brother slew brother, mankind undone.
Crying blood of centuries of wars.
Mimics the first, done without a gun.
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Between window and screen.
A lone bee to be seen.
Cold outside flashing in.
Summer over with stinger pin.
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