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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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This Was Nice
“This was…
nice”,
he says,
punctuating
this moment
as to
affirm
it was
not
wasted. by K
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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A Steady Schedule
Around my waist,
around my neck,
is it a belt that keeps me in check,
or something to hang
my head with.
by J
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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Policing Self
Examine those eyes —
they were never meant for tempting triggers.
Easy arms, give up 
your sweat-stained grip, 
lay down your guns.
Let the cop and criminal in you go. 
by K
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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Television
Ravenous for honey,
sweet, but sticky,
I’m Winnie-the-Pooh,
stuck in the jar.
I sit on standby, 
eyes pasted front,
ravenous honey,
digesting me. 
by J
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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Seeking The Sun
I hiked all day seeking the sun,
but found tepid wind, browning shrubs, and clay.
As I stopped scouting for reasons to linger, I noticed
the clouds looked quite lovely today.
by K
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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Drinking Water
Follow the impulse
when treading gets harder,
take a large gulp—
walk over water.
By J
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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Street Sweepers
Who else would collect non-belongings,
or turn splashes of trash into puddles of Spring,
or brush yawning streets like a father tickling
his son to wake him up in the morning?
by K
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jkpoets-blog · 6 years
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Get Out Of The Car
Driving down roads paved by men I’ll never know,
On highways planned by generations past.
The only way I’ll see beyond the horizon:
Pull over, slow down, stop.
Get out of the car.
by J
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