Best Activating Poems

There is much to be loved and appreciated about the United States Constitution, and

Heaven, I believe, breathed upon the founding fathers in their pursuit of good government.

England was ruled by kings and state bishops but never were there to be such in New England.

Christianity was...

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The human synchronized synthetic sympathetic empathy I robot schizophrenic mechanism
My lifelines technological I think therefore I am and showing potential
Experimental experience my influence controls the inferior 
Mr mirror man with a digi cam i access memory to interact and I stick to facts 
Organised scientific...

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The Eagle of Isaiah 40:31*…

Activating achievement-appearance
Blowing blessings’ brilliance
Carrying changes’ chance
Directing drive-dare despite distance…

Extending endurance effortlessly
Fueling faith-fervor fully
Greeting God’s goodness’ glow graciously
Hoisting hopefulness-height hastily…

Increasing influence in instructing 
Joining journey’s joy-jolting
Kindling kindness keeping kindred-knitting  
Leading love’s lighting…

Moving miracle-magnification mightily
Nurturing nourishment-needs naturally
Optimizing obedience-opportunities openly 
Pushing productiveness powerfully
Quickening...

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He's packin' magic Viagra
Muse infused grooves set the mood
grab ya' and stab ya' 
we're opposites 
still we speak the same language 
teach and preach truth
every time I stop to see what he's droppin' 
my dang pen commits sin, flips a lid  
ink pours, runs...

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On Attack: A Rainbow Six Siege Poem
By: Jacob Wallihan

Time to prepare
The drones are on the field
Rolling right towards 
The building called “Coastline”
Callouts for the position of the bomb
Not Kitchen
Not Bar
Not Billiards
It’s Penthouse
Spotted the enemies
2 Roamers
Caveira and Ela
3 Anchors
Pulse, Mira, Rook
All spotted picking up 
Rook’s Armour...

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Hi guys, please go through my poem wrote by Mrs.Madhavi about imperial and blushing rose..

Blushing Rose 

Glowing in the early dawn,
Hey my beautiful rose..
Your aromatic fragrance has touched my soul..
Each and every united petals of yours vibrates me, making me alive..
O'wild rose, You stroked my...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2, 1966: Dear Wignesan,
        
 [...9 lines suppressed] One thing I can I’m...

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Traces of Haile Selassie ‘I’
The Lion still roars
Traces of Martin Luther King
dream lives on

Traces of Bob Marley
In song “get up stand up for your rights”
Traces of Malcolm X
Segregation fight still burns bright

Traces of Mandela's  
Fight for justice set free
Traces of Marcus Garvey
Purpose and His-story

My...

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(The Traveler) known far and wide as the “Cowboy” had become quite (Disenchanted) after 
reading Rhonda’s (Communiqué!) He felt as though the (Weight of the World) was unfairly 
placed on his shoulders. He was outraged! How dare she accuse him of any wrong doing? 
After...

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So, I guess a 12 year old
American brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
is outside your boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.

Well, I can see why you would need
to draw your boundary
for healthy rationality
outside his grassy field of fire-armed play.

I can see why we need to...

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Beautiful colors are worn so bold.
Underneath the glory extends.
Taking notice you see yellow gold.
Tracing the design it never ends.
Everyone specifically so different.
Rendering possibilities galore.
Floating gently, never indifferent.
Letting senses prepare to adore.
Your eyes witness their effervescent.

Daylight fading you take a lasting look.
Realizing the end of such...

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My Lover’s Moon

Captivating glow cascading over his body
I blush as I stand there watching
My lover’s moon is out tonight
And I am his star

His hand reaches for mine
Our fingers lock
Activating a hypnosis
Seeping into each other

Exploring each other’s worlds
Taking mental pictures as we go
Enjoying the ride because...

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I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...

Asper daily expounding fostering
     inchoate manifesting mod
     er writ writing quality,
     solitary scrimmage tackling
     undertaking, yielding whir
ring, sputtering, kickstarting, and
    ...

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"The Chain Letters Road Trip" 

Freedom Fall 8 
removed 
her Ray Bans

The Light 
was blinding 
on the other side

dark tunnels 
lead to highways 
unrealised 

goin’ gangsta 
driven 
to distraction

hell bent along the 
Road to the Lotus Eaters
at Loon Junction

chain letters 
flying in the breeze
let loose

out...

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Reprehensible Savagery ©

'Pon reading tragic headline...,
     aye experienced grief alone,
no matter the killer (Chris Watts,
     thirty-three years
     of Frederick, Colorado) unknown
     to me, the sheer brutality,
   ...

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