She sings to me
and I croak replies,
stunned she has arisen
to bless
such a sad sailor
as I.

Multitudinous possible punishments
considered, deemed of no account,
the garbage disposal
sang the Alleluia Chorus.

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@gavroche challenged me to write a poem using three particular words. See if you can guess which ones.  My opinion of the poem has improved a bit since others said they like it.  Thanks.

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Please check out other poems written for the dVerse open link night!

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Walking up the dirt road from home
Joe saw a man in shirt sleeves
wearing a brown, felt fedora
cocked at a rakish angle.
Neither spoke. Joe knew
of the stranger, knew the man
and his family rented the house
at the mile corner.

Joe kept his eye on the man,
tall, slim, blue-eyed like him,
like the man he would become,
until they passed,
then stared ahead.

The first time,
the last time
he saw his father.

Though you have sufficient funds
on your card for the items
you attempted to purchase
they are insufficient at this time.
You should have two dollars more
ventricular virgin crap shoot the amount
suburban anaconda
of the items juju bean
clearly rastafarian
mancala hezbollah harley sun.

Have a good day Mr. Quinn.

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P.S. I am not upset with customer service people from other countries but with companies that do not make sure to hire people who are understandable.

His day was a flower,
but the leaving
was through a door of silk
from a windowless cell.

After waiting
his allotted time,
he rose on wings
and met the world,
programmed
to sting
and sting
and sting.

I don’t recall
who won
the test of wills,
I just remember
us surviving
what God
provided.

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An Example

For the dVerse Open Link Night

I walk upon a multitude
of small suns,
reach down to touch their flames.
My fingers sting.
The white-hot stars bleed water.