Best Appalls Poems

There’s no decorum or respect
Within the White House walls
And cameras let us witness
Some behavior that appalls.

Invite a foreign dignitary
Then berate, insult, accuse –
That’s the playbook for a bully
Desperate to be in the news.

Why would any other country,
After seeing that display,
Send a leader, knowing he or...

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I prowl the days within myself
To heal these battle scars
But days at times unwrapps itself
With binding sturdy bars.

That holds me back from freedom's grace
From the man I'd hoped to be
Often scans my troubled face
In search of empty glee.

All my days since life begun
The constant fight...

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When history someday recalls
Behavior that simply appalls
They just have to reach
Those we chose to impeach
To see some who defy protocols.

Yet the record of Senate near-brawls
Will have info that sometimes enthralls
Such as votes that got split
Like the one in which Mitt*
Proved a pol in his party...

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Excitement is brewing for the play-off game, 
who to claim a podium close-up fame, 
winner of 2018 21st FIFA World Cup's name.

Scheduling and planning their dream 
to cheer on their favorite team.

Fans at the game watching united, 
dressed in their lucky sports team attire, delighted,...

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POEM
Title:  Broken

I was wrong,
So wrong that it hurts,
So wrong that it burns,
And the reason is difficult to discern,
We mathematically solved to get love in return
But lost is what we earned.

I'm Broken inside,
Is it something to abide?
Let put it aside,
Our misunderstanding,
Our conflicts,
Our arguments,

Your fear plus...

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My lungs are deprived of oxygen; Engulfed in violence, I cannot breathe
Conspiracies of corrupted Love and Faith are choking me
My perverted deception of lettered 
Combinations of a language I cannot speak
Fueled by an unmistakable anguish
Of silenced thoughts, allows me to perceive the worst, 
Dig my...

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Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative, 
   and heartily galls
toward this introspective...

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5/4/17


Objects sinking or floating
Whether dim or glowing

Grasses being cut or growing
Waters drying up or flowing

The air calm or a breeze showing
Lifeforms slowing then stopping or still going 
And rowing

You're either out the loop or knowing
I'm serious not joking

Small or tall
None, half or all

Without any framing,...

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I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players start
To make their last dart
Amidst the reverberation ricocheting off the...

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The Dead, Dying... Death
The visitor that appalls
Even when foreseen...

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Icy northwesterly winds whip
Like a buggy whip cracks,
Hurrying the horses along
Dragging winter on its back.

Green leaves battered to the brown earth
Instant early death befalls.
Tender young fruit most likely gone
Spring unsettled appalls.  

Unfinished...

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A spider was climbing my walls,
The size of it truly appalls,
I’m certain it’s a lass,
With a kardashian a ss,
I couldn’t spy male spider balls!

I shouted for my hubby to come,
He gasped  at that huge spiders bum,
But my old Henry hoover,
Just couldn’t remover her,
I’m screaming...

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Go not into the room beyond these walls
where some have gone, for mystery enthralls
the curious. . . but know there lies therein
a spirit cursed who suffers no chagrin,
who propagates the murder he recalls.

For when the moon is full and evening falls,
a din perhaps is heard....

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Behind the walls I hear the sound
Of someone’s loud TV.
I’m rarely in this room, by day,
So it won’t bother me.

But it reminds me that we live
Connected, side by side,
With only hints of others’ lives
That snatches do provide:

A glimpse of furniture, perhaps,
A smattering of noise;
But not...

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Slugs and snails line the highway,
Munching, crunching, drinking fumes;
Early in the morning, late at day.

A tunnel of black ahead looms,
Feasting on diesel, ready to growl;
Into the maw a lucky one zooms.

Compacted inside the giant jowl,
Hooter poised, horsepower stalls;
Bodies meet with metallic howl.

“Fetch my skimmer, freedom...

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