UC Poika
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What is on our LipsA Poem by UC PoikaIn hoping a little but not too much, privately yearning. But you never know what is on our lips. That's the acrostic part, the rest is the sonnet pa.. |
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Far Out LoveA Poem by UC PoikaFrom a god's view the irony of birth control, a Dairy Queen Blizzard (really living), after having quit smoking leads to joining in the eating by eati.. |
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Seeing the Same ThingA Poem by UC PoikaThe best of lovers and the worst of criminals see the same thing each in their own way, the one disapproves the other forgives in sonnet form of cours.. |
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Putting the Cart before the HorseA Poem by UC PoikaA poem on the false perceptions that plague a person in the midst of a mental situation wherein they were arrested for cruelty to animals though they .. |
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A Normal WomanA Poem by UC PoikaWe've all seen her in high school or at the U, but she has a different body each time and yet the same one as last time with a different dress or lack.. |
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White ... Native ... HomelessA Poem by UC PoikaThe Food Shelf gave me some food and I shared an apple with a homeless lady on the steps of City Hall without realizing it wasn't always like this. T.. |
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I am not PhysicalA Poem by UC PoikaEver feel aloof to this world, like your arms and legs and even brain aren't really yours but like protective gear in a radioactive tank. |
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Broken Winged EagleA Poem by UC PoikaTrue story about a young bald eagle we saw on the Leach Lake Indian Reservation an open reserve protected by state and reservation personnel and the f.. |
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Thanks for HellA Poem by UC PoikaWhat God really chose for the oppressed I guess. |
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