Best Assortments Poems

A galaxy of thoughts... 
Influential notaries donated 
Given to me; freely... 
I am most grateful 
Educating me, the reader...
I am a learned man 
Taking in all that is offered... 
I relish the amenities, assortments...gifts 
Pleasurable reads comfort my soul  
Whilst in solitude...
On quiet lonely...

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Raspberry Kisses


Silent kisses throughout the air.
Just like the wild raspberry affair. 


Nowhere to know how,
Can they be found!
Now they are here,
Only to me you appear, 
Fragrantly simple and sweet,
From your head to your feet,

Melts-in-your-mouth, easy to eat!

With an imperceptible sharp overtone,
Your lip texture finer than...

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I long to lead you to the psychosis of your existence;
toward the ill repute of your identity, something amiss reaches for meaning.

I would rather wish you gone before too much is said.
I would rather wish you gone before too much is said.

I long to lead...

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City life turns to sparse assortments;
Of local pubs and country homes.
Tall brick walls fade into fences;
Amongst hedgerows and mossy stones.

Crowded bustle soon lowers its pace;
Those now free, move unconfined.
Only thoughts spent are of contentment,
Peaceful surroundings heal the mind. 

As roads turn to paths unbeaten,
Dipping and...

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Young…content…seemingly innocent…
With family…and friends…where is their ends…?
He is now hunted…for a crime committed…?
On the run…no pun…a gun...is it any fun…?
At large…what’s the charge…Sarge…?
Possession…looting, or shooting…with intent…
Murder, of Inc.…homicide…who decide...?
Think…no blinks…it may stink…
The evidence…from whence…?
The questions…the fury…the jury…
The details…they’re gory…what is the story…?
With judgment destined…innocence assigned…
The...

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A slim smooth man
Every step being his command
His fashion statement being high in demand
But his distinction being pinstripe
Pinstripe always dressed fresh like a spring ripe
Assortments had to be just right being black and white or white and red pinstripes
Pinstripe had all the hype
He got his...

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Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in the yard, laying eggs, is her job, some eggs she lay are brown, some she lays are white. Yet, the...

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They have in their senses,
A bloated self-image worthy of pulling the best.
Letter-assortments, their sense, they knew not,
Yet march on with leaps of obstinacy to brim.
Subtly aided by the fairest in all,
Visualed only due to sacrifice of self
So maintained, would ever beget close but forget house.
Once...

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When I think of decadent desserts
it assails my senses and I go berserk
tantalizing, surprising, flavors entice beyond compare
staring at the compilation of assortments are so unfair

So many to choose from
I stop and stare
what do I do
I turn to you and follow you through

hot and flavorful...

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Walking but not finding
The struggle feeling like a binding
The possibilities in what could be
Lifted being my own accord
Oh help me please Lord!
A dream becoming my introduction to the sky
Heavens guiding me in what is allowed
The promise in I was born to fly
It’s the take off...

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The generous character-carried-by them good-old-girls-and boys down-home country-copper-
roof-all filled-up-silos-wheat-turbines waiting ready outside the barn deer-skins pegged down 
low the greater-story askant-of curiosity carrying the pureness of a child as to why... . 
Smoked-up hickory-honey-bubbling bacon saged-up getta-gingerly-popping in the grease in 
the skillets over the...

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I often wonder at a knife-edge.
I thank, for this, the master craftsman;
Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge,
Within them, hides vast arts a million.

Assortments of knife-edges I know.
V edge: for veggies! Tool of mothers;
Convex V: splitter's sharp stiletto.
Scimitar: beloved of butchers.

Chisel-edged: Japanese Acetone!
Sushi...

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On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.

Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove

But the glider...

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The outdoors 
Mysterious sounds 
The animals, the rivers, the greenery 
The fragrances that breeze in air 
Maples, evergreens 
Leaves; fallen 
Trees...too!  

Birds singing 
Owl's- hootin' 
Colonies of ants, spider webs- galore 
Fields of flowers- assortments of hues 
Broken boulders 
Rumbling rocks 
Mountainous views ...

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Plucking from the gardens of spring,
Blossoms of each floral offspring;
Threading them into fine bouquet,
Adorning on an empty tray;
On them, I ruminate...

These diverse leaves of the autumn,
I collect from each tree-bottom;
Place in a basket finely-laced,
Like stars, contiguously spaced;
On them, I meditate...

Colorful corals from seashore,
I zealously gather...

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