Best Bussed Poems

“Blindness separates people from things;
deafness separates people from people.”
– Helen Keller

She sat amongst the gathering crowd.
It was her birthday, you see.
The men were bespoke so proud
and the ladies were dressed to a T.

The table was layered in muted hues
and laid with sundry hors d'oeuvres
on a...

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One incident very funny to me happened one day;
so uncommon and weird was it that I couldn’t say
whether it was a reality, a hallucination or a dream:
I was to attend a mermaid-hosted party in a stream;
with this I was surprised, perplexed and proud,
and shouted aloud...

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NINETEEN FORTY TWO
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


As a young man in Jersey I wanted to be a cop
One sunday morning that dream came to a stop
Our nation had been a victim of a vicious attack
By an aggressive enemy , we had to fight back
The guys on my...

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An early Christmas message for you all...

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Fir trees droop and brightly glisten,
street lamps cast their glow, and listen!
sounds of singing drifting lightly
o'er the air, as children sprightly
fashion snowmen, fat and...

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An early Christmas message for you all...

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Fir trees droop and brightly glisten,
street lamps cast their glow, and listen!
sounds of singing drifting lightly
o'er the air, as children sprightly
fashion snowmen, fat and...

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My Daughter

My beautiful Daughter, walks life’s paths alone,
She does so, by design – not of hers – on her own.
She travels heavily !, from place to empty space,
from space to vacant place – in what kind of race?
A race towards where ?, towards what I...

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The Super Rich- Get Rich Quick Scheme
It's a joke and we've bought it
hook, line, and sinker
'cause we do not take the time
to be a more diligent thinker.
Illegals off the boat 
not allowed to vote
illegals bussed with tote
go for demoncracktozy
though, not allowed to vote
But they did
and...

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Got Any Ideas For A Poem?

Ha! That catch phrase
     (kid ding lee writ)
     hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
     no...not by me
     boat some tee else of...

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Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
The storms are raging on God’s deep—
God’s deep, not yours; be still and sleep.

Charles H. Spurgeon
(Streams in the Desert)

DAY OF DELIVERABLES

italian sausage with banana
peppers in a sesame seed bun.
earlier donuts,
as J Christopher’s served
plenteous tables, needing
to be bussed — no...

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You Do Not Like

When you find a feeling that is uncanny
Do you think manic depressive sanity
May seem so tried and also very tried
While your mouth will be open wide.

So you see I am somewhat surmising
If you should see something surprising
Load mind with ammunition from education
Don't...

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Fir trees droop and brightly glisten,
street lamps cast their glow, and listen!
sounds of singing drifting lightly
o'er the air, as children sprightly
fashion snowmen, fat and jolly,
wrapped in scarves and sprigs of holly;
horse-drawn coaches softly clip-clop
down the road and past the grog shop,
revellers in gay abandon,
merry-making to...

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Wassail



Fir trees droop and brightly glisten,
street lamps cast their glow, and listen!
sounds of singing drifting lightly
o'er the air, as children sprightly
fashion snowmen, fat and jolly,
wrapped in scarves and wreaths of holly;
horse-drawn coaches softly clip-clop
down the road and past the grog shop,
revellers in gay abandon,
merry-making to...

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On the days you're not here 
They serve doughnuts,
Laughter punctuates conversations,
People stock and empty shelves,
And fish are caught.
Friends greet and lovers kiss,
Homes are built, tables are bussed,
Children learn geography
And deliveries are made
On the days you're not here.


On the days you're not here
Lawns get mowed,
Cancers will...

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We abandoned our homes and friends for fear
of brutal gangs pushing drugs and firearms.
And we took months to reach the US border;
where ICE agents yanked my child from my arms.

No amount of begging would deter them;
I'm handcuffed, and my child's taken away.
Zero tolerance means there's...

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Angel which was saying my boundary's about
Who did pour out this coffee?
In front of,it is a poem"Colonialism",whatever
Discriminatory Pharaoh,women's nails
Softy lips of music,I can feel that 
Drop into the wave which asked the rock
All have been only moustache
I recites next dead body's mound
The eyes of a...

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