Best All For A Good Cause Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up past the Whitethorn hedgerows to 
Ascend the snowy Heys, I...

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The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their 
enslaved**


*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these...

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 Let me take you by the hand, 
to St.Albans Abbey.
 At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.

 There's the Pines and Needles Christmas market,
and a magic garden .
Yuletide trees and Holly Wreaths,
A festive foliage with plenty of treats.

 Mixed spiced scents...

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All American's enjoy our free land
Our freedom isn't free the men who died for taking a stand,

We all know nothing is for free
It comes with a high price that we some times refuse to see,

To pretend it is all for a good cause
Do we really...

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Shhhhh, here comes the Warden
He’s just about to open the door, Frank

Well, that’s good ‘cause I’ve been in this slammer too long!
and, it way too cold in here, Patty!

I never did ask you Frank, what are you in for?

Wrong time at the wrong grocery store,...

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I just realized here I am looking down on myself. Literally living off my own self-pity. 
Drowning myself with my memories of all the people  who have hurt me .I was literally 
sitting in a pool of my own self-pity. Me that’s all ...

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brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a pee pee
just after elder Bush touched...

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He is a kind soul and lends a helping hand
He is always my hero; He is everyone’s hero
He puts himself to good cause and is grand
He is a kind soul and lends a helping hand
He is quick to be there on the ground zero 
He...

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Native Speaks Truths 

She's not your princess or your squaw;
She is respected clan mother of the Chippewa.

He's not your chief, buck, or redskin:
He is a proud warrior of the Algonquin.

We're not your fashion trend or mascot;
We are the original peoples, have you forgot?

Racism comes to...

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Blood relatives, we are not
By laws or marriage we are didn't knot
Nor characters in theater or movie plot
Yet he and I care, We both allot

He is from middle east
I am from the southeast
God is good cause he let us meet
Bad or good times, no quits

He...

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Keeping Up Appearances takes precedence these days.
It's all about how we look in the various visual ways.
Our clothes must be fashionable, our hair must always shine,
Our body must be perfect, our face look young and fine.
So we work and work for the cost of this...

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Every dawn I yawn quiet, florescence I inhibit softly
A clear image I peep, nature settles calmly
Her intentions are infectious like a blossomed flower
Reminds me of a family member who meet God at the calling hours
Kindred spirit fully defined the character she was
I inherited the genetics,...

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Explosive bailando
Curves and smiles
Killing the hearts of the naive
Enticing embraces entwined Mexican graces

Acambaroooooooooooooo
Vive los mortes
Vive los suenos
Vive los ninos

Did they die in peace
Or for a good cause
Do the drug lords have a higher god
Or do tears fall like rain on us all

Soy payaso
Estoy triste y...

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I know the game of exclusion,
have played it all my life and
now I've mastered it,
a talent to brag about.

Exclusion from normality,
the joy of inclusion.
Exclusion from continuity,
the malaise of discontinuity,
the permanent otherness.
It's a mystery how it came about
that my life was exclusively defined
by exclusion, is it...

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They say it’s rude to stare 
But staring is caring 
So forgive me if I’m staring
I’d have you know it’s for a good cause
I’m looking at people 
Those people
With the backpacks on their backs
I'm talking about all of us
The slim and starved, the fat and...

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