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Survival Tactics
These are not poems These are survival tactics When the pain overwhelms Even though nobody reads them They help you stay alive Without them The harshness might sometimes be Too much to bear A kind and sensitive soul Is destined for pain In an unwelcoming world That...
Plight of an Escaped Slave

Congratulations, you escaped. Don’t expect the other slaves to be happy for you.

The Kid I Used to Be
Sometimes I think about the kid I used to be Sitting in his room on Sequoia Crest Reading surf and skate magazines Listening to Nirvana and Pearl Jam And thinking about what He wanted to be when he grew up He wanted to be like The people he was reading about In the...
The Eyes and the Heart

The Eyes and the Heart

The eyes wander But the heart stays The eyes are like children Running this way and that But the heart is like a wise old man Who always knows exactly where he belongs And is never in a hurry The eyes are easily distracted But the heart remains undisturbed The eyes...

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Thank You

Thank You

Thank you For doing the right thing Even though no one saw And probably never will Thank you For being kind to others Even on the hard days Especially on the hard days Thank you For picking up trash At the beach And protecting the environment Thank you For tipping...

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An Underwater Mansion

An Underwater Mansion

The titanic vessel lurches and lists All aboard know Something has gone horribly wrong The captain is mad And has been mad Since long before they left port There's a mutiny on the deck And no one can agree How to right the ship The captain deploys loyalist thugs To...

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Obama Poem

Obama Poem

I saw a photo of Obama the other day with a caption that said, "Describe him in one word."  The first word that came to mind was "hero."  But then several other words came to mind as well, so I wrote them down.  This poem is called Obama. Hero Pioneer Father Husband...

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Bugs

Bugs

If the money bug isn't itching Then the sex bug is If it isn't them Then it's the mosquitoes There's no escape From the bugs   Read more poems by Eddie. Watch Eddie’s videos.

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The Glorious Act of Writing

In writing As in any Pure form Of expression One lives In the past The present And the future All at the same time Summoning acquired skills To communicate feelings Excited by the act of sharing them And the possibilities They might unlock A record that I was here And...

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