Best Accustom Poems

when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she'd speak to him at least
and at least find out what made 
a beast, a beast

as the beast looked at her 
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to...

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I know where she prays within the necessity of nightfall
inside the Poets' Pantheon, an isolated Idol
they all came, close as envy can to care,
flowers and jewels from all the conquered territories
laid quietly at her toes,
Marco Polo would recognize her as exotic medicine
travel for centuries to...

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You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crack. You thought you were making me tough by breaking me down. You told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted. 
No
I was a girl, your first born. I was...

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when beauty met the beast
she was a cutie, he was a beast
she thought that she would speak to him 
and find out what made 
the beast, a beast

as the beast looked at her 
he wondered; what a feast
but the way she spoke to him
made gentleness...

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As my finger, triggers the sound
My heart ululates, in intoxication
Remembrance, is a gift in itself
Indescribable feelings, leading me forward
Being described, through each line I hear
Nostalgia, a joyous feat

The world's halt, is known
My feet, the only moment shown
Care for those who see, denied by the symphony
Where...

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A darker song reaches skin and bone, 
On panel streets fading steely gray,
Long and far, I fear you are gone. 
Dark clouds are melting in time, 
Touching the days of humid spring, 
A heat-wave dancing too far within.
The mirror speaks, “You are now alone!”
While asleep...

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The Zebra she walks through the African dry
Unaware of the mare, under Montana sky

A World far away yet somehow so near
With similar interest and similar fear

The Zebra is free with her family to roam
The mare has a stall, to call all her own

They look much...

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The cob webbed city sticks to my dirty skin,
as I pass through its predator strings.
On the corners are hustlers, men with wigs and worn heels,
selling their wares, fighting with women,
over property rights.

Traffic moves slow, crawling along like a large slug,
melting into the blacktop.
Your eyes get...

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A man and a woman are living
in a jungle. The man has lived there
all his life but the woman is new
so she's scared. The jungle is full
of snapping turtles and they are hunting some.
The man knows how to hunt them
and he kills a huge one....

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Eternal God’s will
That  men have access to Eternal Father
Through Father Christ
The Word made flesh
In the Eternal Holy Spirit
Become sharers in the divine nature

Eternal God dwells in unapproachable light
Wants to communicate His own divine light
In His only begotten Son
By revealing Himself
Eternal God wishes to make...

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Father you were my first love
a collection of feelings fused into a human being meant to love me.
Father you taught me how to love
nights filled with endless practicing how to please you.
Father you showed me love is pain
the beating my mother took filled the air...

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New York City Manhattan
Where many dreams are made
The bus stopped on 347 West 57th Street.
And drop me off in front the colonnade

There are So many people 
Just going about their way
To me it’s amazing to see
To them it’s just another day

They are from around the...

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In the summer of 1989, Keimona and Angelo were brutally gunned down on our San Fransico Estate.  I was shot in the left-chest and survived, but my parents died.  I was only seven years olded.
At the tender age of three I began rreading...

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We was raised in the slum with crack placed on our blocks,
Then we grew up in the hood taught to cook & sell crack rock,
The only risk is to watch out for the cops  
to prevent a night in jail with three hots in...

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"The Blue Book of Cookery", was propped by two rolls of duck tape.
The library number viable on its binding.
A Fed-x box contained the "Cava" wine, 
On the unfinished counter top.
Harold broad shoulders loomed over the cook book.
His sun wrinkled eyes Intensly reread the recipe.
The tip...

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