Best Apiece Poems

Harvey the Hippo

Harvey is a huge hippopotamus
Who bathes in a bay that is bottomless
HIs mouth is as large as a riverboat barge
And he weighs ten...

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Time...
Time is a vehicle used to travel through life's passages,
Then once you have arrived at a point of understanding,
Your actions speak like deafening utterances,
Wisdom and...

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Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then,...

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"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for...

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We headed out for old King's Hill
with our flyer sleds in tow
when Mrs. Miller called us,
"Can you first come shovel snow?"
 
"Do the walks and...

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Hubby will NEVER let Dragon and me go to a pet store! Ever! Again!
It started when we needed Dog chow for all our really big...

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To be blessed 
May the Lord Almighty set me free
To peacefully pace in His island’s lee
When the vice storms in a lusty surge 
And Eden...

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Santa’s Promise


My Granny was riding a reindeer,
out back on the lawn by our shed.
It looked like a bull riding contest
but the horns were a rack...

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The Anatomy of a Kural: Maxim Number 245 (taken at random) of the Thirukkural, the Tamil Classic on Ethics by Thiruvalluvar 

allal arulaalvaarkku illai valivalangum

mallalmaa...

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It's a cool  mesure of life blood low
keeping the venous vacant return and arterial alert
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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
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STAINS OF BLOOD

I heard the cries from far away
The sounds of anguish all the way
The tears had flowed like Tsunami floods
A plague has led our...

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I remember the day of my nine pitch inning.
Though it happened over forty years ago.
The day was hot, yet cloudy,very little breeze.
 
I went through...

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18 Stoic Faces
- by Bob Atkinson

eighteen stoic faces
faced four who had come
to read the erudite refrains
of poets both dead and gone

readings were in earnest spoken
for...

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Songs and lullabies of yours still echo in my ears
Hands that caressed me, the soft touch still lingers
And your cheer ups helped me to move...

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