Best Alling Poems

F alling in love with Winter; she’s ice cold dressed in snow white lace 
A ll the while dating Summer, who’s still sizzling hot
L ove affairs bruised with revengeful reds, oppressed oranges, and yelling yellows
L eaving Summer with a promise to one day rekindle their...

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Friends
  
F alling stars we all are
R eady to shine brightly,
I nspired by one another
E xchanging many thoughts,
N imble are our minds
D aring to write new things
S erenity glows in our hearts....

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Falling Autumn leaves brashly wave goodbye to Summer
And strew the pathways with emeralds, rubies, and gold.
Radiant beauty engages the land in mummer
Encouraging Summer to relent and let loose its hold.
Watching with glum expression and immodest dress,
Eventually losing the tug-of-war with the chill cold. 
Life and...

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September came in like a sombre whirlwind,  
Eclipsing the deadening blossoms of summer.  
Pallid moonlight coats glistening frost,  
That coats the last strands of grass holding on.  
Embers of a pagan pyre swirl through the air,  
Mass ritualistic hymns ring...

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SOMEWHAT MORE THAN A PHENOMENON - FAITH

FAITH IS A POWERFUL THING…
F alling to my knees in prayer,
A sking not but worshiping the Lord.
I am only a crusader for the cause of creation.
T herefore, I bow unto The!
H e will hoist my spirit and embrace my...

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A n ABECEDARIAN poem could prove my most daunting undertaking
B othersome whispering in my ear were the likes of Frost, Fallon and Dickerson
C alling out to me incessantly by name
D id I not recognize the potion that was stirred would cause me to reject my...

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Erstime, ere bards nor Wondering Joyceters 
did glybb their gobs with glanjous tongue, 
Sir Slip The Most (a Figleafmoistner) 
was undangled…and his sling unslung.

‘Twas on the Ile de Deux Sans Mustard, 
with her Fowlling Fopplott never wording, 
that the hunkerflesh-fed Fowlsome Bustard, 
marked best by...

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Beneath the shadows Buffy prowls to use “Mr. Pointy” her favorite stake
Under the tunnels she finds the blood suckers and lives she does take
Falling in love with Angel who is a good vampire with an...

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Birds flying away, scattering greyish skies
Ebullient landscapes changing with sunrise
Autumn arriving briskly with chilling air
Umbrellas opening yelling November beware
Trees undressing with full colors displaying
Illusive temperatures plummeting and staying
Falling leaves mastering paintings, Van Gogh
Underground creatures are sleeping below
Layered attire the welcoming fashioned show

Flavoring pumpkin-pies admits porches...

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Majestic rugged, crude beauty without any questions, 
Angling at the inside, asking for my equations, 
Jesting with me almost, whispering that I emerge, 
Endeared to quiteness, where introversion and shyness converge, 
Sat solidly going nowhere, waiting for my feelings, 
Teetering on being a person to...

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Life’s a river; reading riddles it flows.
In morn, he crawls, tiptoeing like a leech, 
Falling - kneeling, crawling in fours, he goes,
Enters he second stage, all love to reach,
Swiftly rising, in twos he walks, cooing   
Mysteries of life and gaily, dancing;
Yet seeing only...

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Ideally, standing up is the expectation to the present folded lay
Never up to own standard, self belief a constant enemy
Falling below threshold; never reaching the mark of confidence
Events are always weighed by their authority on personality
Roll call of self esteem is done; name is present...

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P - eace on earth, the angels proclaimed on that Holy Night!

E - choing yet down through the ages that humankind might,

A - bstain from bitter prejudices that hinder brotherhood,

C - alling each to abide by The Golden Rule and foster good.

E - ach generation,...

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Falling stars are always there,
we just don't always see them
and there I was, 
surmising for that shower

only a different kind of 
falling happened...

          Where 
        shooting stars 
 ...

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Falling leaves dance their last waltz
Ravishing hues of reds oranges and golds
Indulge with me in this wonderland
Sacrificing reminiscences of summer fun
Kingdom to those who relish in the moment
Yearning to be one with life in all its glory

Absolute bliss as we walk hand in hand
Utterly at...

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