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The Pent Up Poet

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Expressions of the Mind with Short Rhymes

The Withering Poet

  • The Child

    The Child

    She grasped, she looked, A chair she shook. Her father’s attention she did need,Glued to his laptop, I saw her plead. All she wanted from the day, Was Dad’s attention, for him to stay.  Mom arrives a brief respite,I smell the beginnings of some delight. Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • Go you good thing

    Go you good thing

    Go you good thing,Excitement builds for the light you bring. You are a force of nature, You have the power to nurture. A man that commands respect, A man that others will never forget. Never I, my brother,Fore we have each other. Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • Glory Glows

    Glory Glows

    I stayed the beast, I looked to the east.  A trumpet blows,Glory glows. What is it I’ve done,It has only begun. The steep descent, But I don’t feel spent. Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • The Writer, The Fighter

    The Writer, The Fighter

    I’m a writer. I’m a fighter. I’m a weight lifter. I’m a crate shifter.  I am a man.  A man who can.  A man who cares.  A man who bares.  I’m not done.  I’ve only begun.  Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • 🌞 Sunday at the Psych Ward

    🌞 Sunday at the Psych Ward

    Sunday, Sunday, just before Monday. Its slow its calm – just before the storm. And why oh why does it feel so warm? When the sun don’t shine on this rainy day. Sunday Sunday, just another day. Why does it feel like we’re in a daze? I got mash and meat running down my face. Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • The Ape

    My inner child is wild as an ape. He must be tamed or he will hate. And hated he will become. If he doesn’t find time for fun. Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • Bethlehem

    I met a man from Bethlehem. He was neither us nor them. Wow. Where have the people gone? Have they made their final swan song?  Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • I Bleed.

    I smoke, I read, I fight, I bleed. I watch, I see, I do the deed. Is this what comes, what I must see?  Or must I search within heart’s tree?  Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • Sea Beast

    Step by step, we hike and climb. Sweat blurs my vision as I look at the time.  Waves crash on the pebbled beach below. Mountain meets the sea, with the sun in tow.  Then a washing whirling sound erupts. Up rises a tentacled sea beast with tusks.  As big as the mountain, as wide as the bay. It’s body Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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  • Attention Span

    Falling in love with a few things at a time. Building, breaking, and now my rhymes  How do you define time well spent? Working to pay the bills and rent?  Our definitions can’t be the same. For me, it’s to train, for others to game.  Everything in moderation as they say. I’ve never perfected that, but maybe one day.  Read more

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    Alex Goldstein

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