Best Basing Poems

In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying...

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They say that advertisers when advertising should keep the advertisement
at an eighth grade level. Without out sounding cruel I will try to do this for 
those of us that are still sleeping, that are not awake, that just don't get it. 
   ...

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Understood like written opinions in the dark.
This fine line of cultural barriers.
Controlled by our mental description of perfect.
Who is perfect?
Who has the right to judge my look, then, assume it goes with my personality.
Basing your opinion of me on my past told to you, but...

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I.
They say women don’t need men anymore,
that they can have it all on their own,
feminism claims it is the future,
and that it’s contingent on me to know
that everything’s just a social construct,
there’s no difference that we cannot change,
and they go and destroy any scientist
who has...

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 ~ Trust  In  Jesus ~
 ( Linked )



 Trust in Jesus
 T
 Jesus loves you
 R
 You, me, and  all
 U
 All in  this   World 
 S
 World   needs   the  Lord
 T
 Lord...

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Life as we know can be overwhelming sometimes it may seem like your floating 
Just make sure you keep going even when you loose your way something can happen and change your day. Believe me I know Ordinary one day and lost another but just...

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~His Love Is Divine~
 ( The Bell )


 Lord
 Can really save
 His  Love is divine
 With Lord nothing to fear
 Life can be so hard
 But with him soul safe
 With Lord we have all to 
 Win

 Often
 Times sorrows come
 But...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees, blue jays on limbs, moonlight cutting through forests, lakes the...

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It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. I've been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals and having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees, blue jays on limbs, moonlight cutting through forests,...

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"Strange Vampires"

all those years 
ago, when conspiracies
flourished around 
did we or didn’t we go 
to the moon, when we
were once human,
proved to be lies,
whichever way 
the dark shadows 
conveyed it.

the truth 
came out much later, 
that the moon 
wasn’t made of cheese
but uncannily like a...

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No bull in the proverbial china shop
but of the astrological skies 
you’d ride bareback upon the animal
assured by its strength and muscular form 
Ruled by Venus and of the second house
A feminine introvert or negative sign

A lover of all things nature and natural
Earth, loyal and...

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Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an oceanographic breeze to a tree of great magnitude as deviance...

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KRISTINA LUGN, YOU…: Two Sonnets
Dr. Manoranjan Das
One
You’re the  seeker of liberation with ultimate
Aim through  your own creation where  the everlasting
Happiness is nursed by you for moderating
The life’s dogma  and harmony ; that’s accurate.
Kristina Lugn, , ah! Your good deeds are attached...

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It’s quite a simple situation
No need for reason, contemplation
We don’t even need a cause
Making flaws in perfect laws

It’s us that make things complicated
So unconcerned, demotivated
We model our lives based on theirs 
But using bent and twisted shapes

Eternally seeking an end to our turmoil

While this remains...

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TAGORE ON 

I just happened reading Rabindranath Tagore’ s poem called “The Gardener.” 

The Gardener XL: An Unbelieving Smile

					“……the dark rim of your eyes.
						Then smile as archly as you like
						when I come again.”

I am a Wheel, my blood flows inward
Of its spokes.
I am a Star,
My...

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