Best Adequately Poems

Ryan, Where are You?

Oh Ryan, please tell me, where are you?
I'll never forget that tragic summer of August 1992,
when you left without even bidding a final adieu – 
not even a single wave good-bye,
just leaving us high and dry.
How could you just simply disappear?
Like a...

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Thank you for the blessings 
You have bestowed upon my loves ones and me
We have health, love for each other
And jobs that pay enough for the rent
And basic necessities

Forgive me for the times I’ve cursed you
In the midst of certain lessons
I was ignorant – not...

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The shady wood I came upon
Was so adequately blessed,
I determined I would tarry there
If only for a rest.

The trees were as cathedrals
And the floor was mossy green--
While the scattered beams of sunlight
Made the site the more serene.

The cool and misty morning air
Did my worries quickly...

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I thought and I thought
I thought and I thunk
so very much thinking
My thoughts made me drunk

My friends are great friends
Friends that are friendly and true
They are far more than friends
These lovely friends one and two

They're considerately considerate 
They consider what they do
By considering the possibilities...

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Brave people 
I grow...on...
Weeds surround me...
Beads falling playfully...
Rivers, like vines, entwine...
Roots of moist seep in so fine

Because I cried
In this wilderness
I grow, I grow (x2)
Happily, I glow,
You know? You know?
This tree I am
Never a free river
Next to the lamb
I see life born and wither

The bark...

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She left nothing but a broken locket,
snapped in two, as though it had been stepped on.
And as I slipped it into my pocket,
I realized that she was truly gone.

She kept our pictures in a golden heart,
saying we would always be together.
But before too long, we...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.
The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will make sense of the poem. I should also add that I was inspired to write this poem by viewing Gary Radice's poem...

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There are so many people around this world
rage and malice fills many a heart
which results in fights and battles galore
but the question is where did it all start?

Ever since the world began so long ago
mankind fell into sin causing all to sin
in the garden, iniquity...

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Does anyone consider my times of tribulation?
The waters of her oceanic figure guides me still
She leads me beside quiet streams of jubilation
Desolation is nowhere to be seen anymore, for she's a keeper of the radiant rivermill
For you and I to swim to in times of...

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In the event that riches is the key to joy, at that point 
The 'RICH' ought to move in the city. 
Yet, just 'POOR' kids do that. 

On the off chance that force guarantees security, at that point 
The 'Authorities' should walk unguarded. 
In any...

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WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.

We blink in awe to see this
spectacular remonstration 
of pretentious power abruptly
become whirling vortexes
of descending splash downs.

But...

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It's not about barbeques,
Hamburgers and franks
It's a day set aside,
For offering our thanks,
For those who died,
Or were injured or maimed
To fight against evil,
Whatever it's named

Pity that God couldn't 
Give them this day,
To let them come back home,
To their families and stay

Just one day a year
To...

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What words do I write? What words can I say?
About my dear Mother, when there is really no way...
To adequately state, to totally uphold,
A real superwoman which never gets told.

The credit she deserves cannot be explained.
Exalt her I do for she's truly ordained.
Her spirit is...

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"The Value of Reading"

messages impressed
upon the secret keepers.
when is late too late?
to divulge the truth?

"I know this is a shock"
arrives far too late 
when it is anticipated
by the writer pundit 

keeping tabs
on runnaway horses 
trained at the gate
tokens laid for bets.

what then sister?
if all should...

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Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No,...

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