Best Grook Poems

Encouraged by the masses
is mediocrity,
like when someone at a bar
sings bad karaoke.
As they belt out notes off key,
we might give guffaws.
Drunken with good will, though,
we...

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Small babies are unpredictable just like the weather
Often wet; with sudden outbreaks of terrible wind
But would I have altered anything,  no never …
Being a...

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How can something come out from nothing
When nothing can come from nothing?
So nothing isn’t nothing when it results into something,
Because by then, it would’ve been...

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Journey's End - Grook


Bygone years grow dim;
sifted memories remain...
longed-for yesterdays
filled with joy...no sorrow.
But time soon comes when tired hearts
hope only for tomorrow.


Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
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Capitalism -
Is every man screwing everyone else.
But communism -
On the other hand, is just the reverse....

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Our humanity
has become so transparent
we need a special day
to be reminded of it....

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Sweet sensual skin
wears scruples thin
until you see your own true sin....

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America's (Idle) Pastime

From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.

And by the time we all feel sick,
(the...

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In a perfect world
everyone's visions
would come to fruition,
but of course that couldn't happen
(given our nature)
and thus would end up in contradiction.

Perhaps it's because
we ask the...

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To Him
our deepest
thoughts
are like
diamonds
glistening.
To question
is not to doubt.
It just means
we're
listening.



NOTE: I was inspired by Paul Callus's and Eileen Manassian's comment, on my poem, The Stars...

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When it comes to the vacuum cleaner
my dog is a jealous beast,
showing off his fangs and claws.
Does he not know that I'd feed
my Oreck less...

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Words are a peculiar kind of magic.
Alone, they do nothing of themselves,
and yet through the Great Orchestrator
they became everything else....

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You'll find it is a good idea,
now and then,
to look at the bigger picture:
see with a broader view
the workings of your fellow men.
A word of...

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I traverse the oceans within a breeze
I light my way holding burning trees
Freeing my body, my heart, my soul
I talk and walk through miles and...

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