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by Stocker Wiley

Created on: September 11, 2008

The stoop

Mid-summer madness pass the pipe
what else to do on a saturday night
it was a sanctuary for the unassured
solace from the state of being bored
bong hits and party balls self medicated
t.v. show tirades arguements elevated
wandering dogs with Hawaiin lays
up on the stoop where animals stayed
hiding from tinted out government vans
brain decay and lost feeling in hands
the green astro-turf worn out by grind
garden gnome cronies statued in time
maybe the stoop was really a prison
leaving one uncapable of any real decision

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by April Self

A wide white painted porch swing
a place for memories to take wing.
It's worn weathered paint chipping in spots,
to sit and
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by Brian Keith Compton

Her vista, on an aging front porch,
pans a broadening horizon;
sun creeping up, yellowing her eyes,
Mama doesn't see the skies.
Brilliant,
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by JRR

Sitting on the front porch
After the sun goes down
Takes me back to my childhood
With no one else around
Watching the lightning
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by Mark Hurley

brownie was granny's dog that bit my lip
for invading his space in his face on that porch
laying by the big old rocker with
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by Tierney O'Hara

Alzheimer's

Peeling paint and flower pots
the wicker chair so old
it's barely there.

You sit and rock and watch
as neighbors

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