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I have written hundreds of poems, these are just the latest and a few others I’ve managed to toss up here, no particular order. Someday when Publishers Clearing House sends me that check they keep promising, I’m going to hire me a secretary and get all my poems online. Enjoy

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Afterlife
Afterlookout
Againstastorm
Agoodman
Anewday
Aseason
Awayimustbe
Believeit
Blackandwhite
Blindmanslane
Blueskysnranbos
Cautionwlove
Civilized
Coldhere
Criesmotherearth
Crookedtree
Deadmanwoman
Dropowater
Eclipseofdawn
Eevaporate
Englishwoman
Everybodyknows
Feelsomething
Femaleoaktree
Fornancy
Gamesomething
Godperson
Goodisgooder
Greeneyes
Growthnotbelieve
Heaven
Honestyequal
Iliveidie
Imagineifucan
Indiandress
Judgementday
Kindfloor
Ladyday
Lessonplan
Lysara
Madness
Maturity
Melanie
Menofwar
Michelle
Missannie
Nancynrabbit
Nottrue
Okay
Ourway
Outthere
Passingthelife
Thesea
Time
Tired
Together
Treesgrodif
Turningworld
Walking
Wayimustb
Weneedeach
Whatshap
Whereohwhere
Whostheboss
Why
Wontdiscussit
Steponcrack

LAST POEM WRITTEN

Stepped On Another Crack

Pretend to like what they like
Pretend to see what they agree
Pretend to be what I'm not
Can't wait to be alone with myself
So I can be free

Off beat
Trip over my feet
I stepped on another crack today
I say hay
Couldn't help it
Sometimes I escape myself
And if we all did
We might be surprised what we be
We might discover we really like ourself
No matter what the others see

Pretending not to want
Pretending not to notice
Pretending not to be

I shared a fantasy
Honestly
Against the fence it flew
And got wrecked
And if the fence only knew
How true

Off beat
Trip over your feet
I walk to the beat of no drummer
Isn't it a bummer
Couldn't help it
Just me being free
And if we all were
We might find how special we are
We might discover the likeness of ourself
No matter what anybody says

By Roger Harkness
The Okcitykid