Best Blake Poems

    parasitic it creeps between stage curtains
            floorboards collect grooves
    an advertised show that's  
bait & switch
   draws us in
  
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like a dying flame
            looking down
from
a 
fired coloured
                      sky
a visionary
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An Ode To William 
Blake
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He when Painted, 
Printed or Wrote,
His face always wore 
a grave grin.
THAT Soft in heart 
and hand,
The sculptor, stones 
had ever seen;
Sitting by the lonely-
lake’s shore 
Portrayed the 
playing cherubs. 
For me his shop 
would have been,
For Pope, Dryden’s 
coffee 
shop.	
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He saw too far, too deep
To linger long
Amid the zombie throng
Of men who are asleep.

He spied the angels near
Enough to touch;
He painted such
Exquisite visions clear.

He painted them with lines
And with his words:
Immortal birds
That fly in dream-designs....

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Not much can match Blake Lively in nineteen sixties attire.
I'm looking for a path way to hire
That leads me to some type of perfection
That is emulated
In that image
In the scene
I am amazed by how serene
A woman can be.
Like my fondness of trees
A special one makes...

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Paul was born with cerebral palsy, 
Deprived of blood in the womb, 
And his father, also called Paul, 
Acted in Starwars, in the 1977 film.

He was born in 1990, 15 January, 
And is a most consistent runner, 
He must get fitness from his mum, 
Who...

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to think he finally found his answer to 
releif,
would only leave pain and greif.
to end his own suffering and 
pain.
what would friends and family have to gain?
his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations.
suicide was not tha answer,
if he only...

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Wrote this for the biggest Blake Shelton Fan contest

With a "Hillbilly Bone" down deep inside
There is no way Blake can hide
How country that he can be
He's a little "Honey Bee"
With eyes that are bright and blue
Singing with a voice so true
Serenading wife Miranda
They cuddle on...

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I
 What immortal hand or eye
Could frame mysteries in the sky!

II
When the world is too much with us
 He sends visions, Ramanujans, Christ

III
 Shakespeare had dreams, even awake
When humanity was poor in tea & cake

IV
God gives words to poets: leaves sailing -
To begin - loving...

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Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart? 

By Richard Le Gallienne 
(The Passionate Reader To His Poet)


O greatest father of poetry
To you I dedicate this write
All through human history
Your poems...

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A scientist is suppose to do 
A scientific work 
And develops science 
For the betterment of mankind 

His contribution is treasured 
And venerated by all 
As he pushes up our knowledge 
On matter and life 
By leaving a legacy of 
Much better method and technique...

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Natalie has been to five Paralympics, including Rio, 
And recently took the bronze at World Powerlifting, 
In Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia 2016, IPC World Cup -
It paralleled her Glasgow silver, Commonwealths. 

She lifts in the 61kg class, but in Malaysia lifted a PB
Of 98kg. In...

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I watched
A Cornish chough,
Flying so Cornish high,
Over Cornish cliffs,
In a Cornish sky,
All Cornish observations,
Made by my Cornish eye.

I watched 
The Cornish sun,
Masked by a Cornish cloud,
I thought my Cornish thoughts,
My Cornish thoughts were loud,
I viewed the Cornish landscape,
And I felt so Cornish proud.

I watched 
The...

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A secret is granted
any curb captain
listening.

To speak rarely and
with roots.

Blake wears a hardhat,
drives a forklift for
Metal Products.

Whitman collects
unemployment in the mail.

New words
are mined coal.

They are the drink
from bags,
the suicide in jail,
and
the housekeeper
called only by her first name.

Keeping pace
with a secret at
the speed of light
is the...

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What creature is this that cometh near
His luggage filled to the brim with fear
Crushing our lives, crushing our beliefs
O whence for me shall bring only griefs
What of the men whom now weep?
What of the woman buried alive in their sleep?
What of the children who once...

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