Best Be Going To Poems

I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands,
Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands.

I was always marked for this work, ever since I was a small child;
And was often seen wandering the woods, as...

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Ah the lovely seasdie
Ah the lovely seaside

Childhood scents
Salt air, Salty bitter memories

Jacques had turned just seven
He dreamed to walk along the seashore
He dreamed to see the seagulls sore overhead
He most of all dreamed to leave his basement

All the windows were covered with curtains
The days, nights...

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I’ve been to every corner of this good old U.S.A.
From New York to Miami; from Seattle to L.A.

I’ve visited state parks from the east coast to the west
And many famous cities (San Francisco is the best).

But somehow in my travels, a few states I have...

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Keeploving "This is "One Word" .Do you as a poet "Hear it as "Oneword"? I hear it ,and now you as a poet can hear it too?We need ,and can love again,and again,and again,love is not a sin! LOVE IS A REAL TRUE WAY TO...

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( THANKSGIVING AT MAMA`S )

When going to mama’s for Thanksgiving
Your mouth will water for miles away
It’s for eating and a time for forgiving
Before the meal hold hands and pray.

Hope there’s no long winded preacher
Anyone but him should say the prayer
Thank God for mama the teacher
Thanksgiving...

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I was loving the sun, 
Not consciously doing anything
My gourds hanging sweetly,
Too big to move much
Dancing with internal mirth 
Because I was being picked today
It is always a relief to a calabash 
When the pickers arrive
I heard laughter and stood a bit taller
Glad I could...

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I saw a smurf the other day,
Just after I swallowed a handful of smarties,
I thought they were sweets
But they looked like the things
My brother used to take to his parties.

The trees started talking,
I though it quite strange
Then a poor little dog
Melted into a puddle.
I started...

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Soda, ice cream, chips and pizza
I love the way they taste
But every time I bring some home
They end up going to waist
My wife screams are you eating again
You’d better heed my warning
I said, no, I’ve only eaten once
But I started early this morning
There’s something wrong...

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Swamp Nightmare

Oh! me oh! my boo hoo!
Whatever shall we do
Now it’s going far too well
When it should be going to hell

The Economy is booming
No catastrophe yet looming
After choosing Donald Trump
Where recession? where the slump?

But we’re nearing full employment
All who can, in max deployment 
Black and...

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Please forgive me 
If I committed a sin
The devil was calling my name
And he pulled me in 

I tried my best to stop him
But I couldn’t get away
Temptation got the best of me
And I forgot what you had to say

Guide me back to the right...

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She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.

Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not...

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SONG OF THE EVENING

In a lullaby song of the evening.
In the background a cricket sings, 
corellas fly past, to their resting tree
high upon silhouette wings.

Red sky widens and covers the west
with half sun glowing and gold,
there’s stark contrast between heaven and earth
as life in a...

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The wind is calling to me again.
It comes from the sea over the mountains. 
It seems to be calling out my name. 
Come to me in the darkness of the night.

As I watch the day pass ever so slowly.
I will be going to where it's...

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I have good news! My husband Michael was able to come home from the hospital in time for his 71st birthday August 9th. He is doing better and lost 60 lbs., 40 of which was water, in the hospital. Had he waited a week longer...

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She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.

Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not...

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