Best Bout Poems

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity. 
I wonder:
Did I...

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I guess I’m more accustomed to the modern sting these days;
the one that comes by e-mail or the phone.
They might hurt the pocket with the modern scamming ways -
but Mother Nature’s stings bite to the bone.

I’m talking ‘bout a paper wasp,
or the angriest of bull-ant;
perhaps...

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What has happened to our kids?
Why did we become the type of parents we did?
Is there a name for us?  
Slower, easier, then turned into a mess of fuss

Using our imaginations and reading the classics galore
So much lovely literature to explore
Had to look up...

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An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out.
With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about.
On her thumb she wore a thimble, as she pulled the thread so nimble, enjoying the 
light,
While the weatherman’s voice was blaring,...

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Ello, Gwammy,
Yea, saw the wain, Gwammy,
Big dwops fallin’ on the soil.
Dwopped fwom clouds.

Aunt Jan was angwy.
Said I get wet.
But I took her bwolly,
The one with the paint on it.
Big bwolly so I no get wet.
Went on the bench to see better.
The soil got wet.

Aunt Jan...

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My Famous Favorite Poet,

One day, I'll write like you own it.
Your gorgeously written sonnet,
Mines are like bees in my bonnet.
Words hum dimly and don't brighten,
Yours float high, and they enlighten.
All my poems acquire honey,
They buzz about sounding funny.
Each of your sonnets shines like gold,
With words...

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people never could understand me.
heck.  i can't even understand myself.
some things i don't even try to understand.
some things i'd just accept.

me. . . many people would describe me with just one word.
one simple word called crazy.

they say i'm a bit harder to get along...

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Don't you worry bout my soul
Til you've been down all my lonely roads
And gauged the weight of my full load 
Don't you worry bout my soul
.
I see you on the tv conning, talking squawking walking like you really care about me and my kind
You cry...

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Coloured and in cascades, there's foam on the falls,
Elliptical dome shaped..almost perfect circles are recalled
Haven of childhood and sanctuary gained, ephemeral beauty
its existance proclaims, against backdrops on dewdrops in
rain on the leaves, bubbles are forming in torrents and streams
in my bathtub they a'wait me..under billows...

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How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?

Nary a clue exists about
     the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
     taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated) 
     gluten free reaction,
     or...

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His client had a leg amputation

   Oops! Wrong leg due to miscalculation

      His client wanted to sue

         But as the attorney knew

        ...

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Prayers lost under pollution
like innate rights under the constitution 
Citizens raise question receiving no solution
while activist talk talks of retribution 
I raise my fist waiting on the revolution 

Living lives within cages
feeding families off minimum wages
Playing roles in life like plays on stages
stuck within system...

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oh cinderella a dream many girls wish
fit that glass slipper
and ended with a kiss
happily ever after 
the story fortold
but what happen after
a story unknown
see i ran into her
the other day at the store
she told me horrors of her life before
and how her soul mate
was gay
See...

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Just got a text from a friend:
"Don't miss your family tonight on 
A&E: *Hatfields and McCoys"

Here's just a tid bit more 'bout me.
See it tonight on A&E:
'Hatfields and McCoys'--*Hatfield's 
me--
Not sure 'bout content--we'll see.
I know from Wales, orig'nally.
Perhaps more 'bout the family tree,
And of course...

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Look at him.
Despecable human being.
I just wish i could,
beat him,
just for breathin'

Lying his way through, life,
like a boxer bobbin' and weavin'

I just wanna beat him for decievin'
like a politician running for office,
buildin' up our hopes,
pretendin' to make our dreams, 
come true,
but whatever you do,
don't believe...

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