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dan-speers
dan-speers
M/American Dan Speers is an inventor, journalist, novelist, and textbook author. He also a poet who writes short stories, novels and prize-winning poetry.
They came and took the dog away today and they’re going to put it to sleep because it barked, they say. A lady dropped a dime in the checkout line and no one stooped to pick it up. She shrugged and said, “It’s just a dime.” An old man on the bench in the park watched a kid run about, tossing peanuts to the pigeons. The old man grinned and waved and nodded and someone called the cops to check him out. Some teens made a giggling trip to the mall during the day, a school day, to shop for jeans. In the food court they had burgers and a malt. A woman in a minivan hurried into the grocery lot. She never gave it a thought as she parked, ignoring the sign for the handicapped spot. An elderly lady sat in the library with a permanent pout, not reading her book. She fell asleep and passed away and for a day, a very long day, no one came to check her out. They came and took the dog away today. The veggie stand sold the last of the corn. Winter came and took the leaves away. Somewhere, someone was popping popcorn, the smell hanging in the air like bacon frying and in the hospital, another baby was born. On the news they said an icy patch ended the lives and ride of this drunken man and the girl whose car he hit. We lit a fire today. It was cold, so very cold. Outside.
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
So Very Cold Outside
The pain of want I cannot avoid I hold my nose against the smell I close my eyes some scenes to quell I clasp my ears so not to hear I turn away from what I fear But still, I cannot hide my heart To worlds of which I am a part. And still, I am. I fill a void.
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Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
And Still I Am
***** claims a great benefit: ***** kills germs lickety-split, But, alas, I've no proof of this Since I can't get germs to drink it.
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
What Proof *****
Was there ever a poet so depraved That in his bid for eternal admiration Once a pun upon a rhyme he gave Was so appalling it set generations Of poets spinning in their graves In wordless admurmuration?
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Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
Ambivalence Redux
I wish the Second Amendment And the "right to bear arms" just meant Hugging is our only intent. -- www.CitizenPoet.com
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
The Second Admendment
Intelligent men   Believe in God. Assuming God believes in them. -- www.CitizenPoet.com
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
She knows . . .
Writhing slimy slick snakes of oil Around the Gulf of Greed now crawl What we sought will consume us all. What before was venerated Our pristine world penetrated, ****** bodies violated, Writhing slimy slick snakes of oil Changing the name and so despoil. Gulf of America? Recoil. A despot who's addlepated Corrupt, old, and dissipated. Land and water desecrated. By writhing, slimy, sick snake oil.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:19 PM UTC
The **** of the Gulf of Mexico
They say the best stimulation, Lies in one's imagination. True, this may work some of the time Just like candy, roses and wine, But nothing achieves excitation Better than infatuation.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:15 PM UTC
Aphrodisiac
He's there, you know. Just before dawn When half awake you smell coffee, When you feel touched, but all are gone When at night the hall creaks softly And in the days and night that pass You dimly hear his voice once more, In the breeze, trees, the empty class He's there. You're the one he's there for.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
You're the One He's There for
Birth we forget, death is furtive, We remember only what we live Birth to death, life has much to give If we do not forget to live.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 12:02 PM UTC
A Life Recalled