Best Bypasses Poems

Winter's Slumber Contest
Regina McIntosh

Winter's slumber has me in cozy places, warm and comforted
I am grateful for the wood fire that burns, many blankets I have
So many things to help me get through the bitter cold
The wind that howls through the woods and all the piles...

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I hear the rhythm beneath your breast,
music of intense emotion,
with a volume of such depth,
it bypasses my ears
to enter my mind,
which interprets
for my heart
and tears
fall...

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On the way to the nursing home, we pass many beautiful sights. So many homes with pleasant yards, lawns, and flowers that delight. After so many days of rain then a little break, green everywhere abounds. 

kudzu wraps up trees
grows rapidly reaches road....
goats needed to...

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Let me chase that naughty witch
on the flying, wooden broom...
causing havoc and gloom,
that's why she's super rich
robbing any unlit house watched by a raccoon
and laughing she bypasses the orange moon.


Ugly and treacherous witch, you won't admit
that you steal candies from children's bags without a rip,...

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The duality of a man? 

the inner beast of the outer man,
aeons ago were quite unplanned,
the spirit surfer entered a beast,
took control and enjoyed the feast,
when it killed some  beast of prey,
many friends of the surfer type,
enraptured with their planet flights ,
by thought they...

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Memories fade
Which is crazy cause I figured the thought of me was etched carved and engraved

Into your heart and soul
But today I find out how much your mind is playing a role

It can fail deceive and corrupt
But today from so far away its the tears...

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Unconditional love, 
that grants me access to a faraway paradise, 
is what I feel for you 
Breath taking beauty 
is what I see in you 
A euphonious voice, 
that bypasses my senses 
and makes me believe even the impossible, 
is what I hear from you
	
Love...

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Oceans

You're beautiful like a work of art 
The things I'll do for your attention bypasses any limitations 
To emerge in your waters 
Sets a surreal perfection into reality  
I'll let the winds carry my mind and drift me into the oasis 
Counter acting waves...

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Pecos Bill daddled and skedaddle like molasses.
Sunglasses cuddled, his badass
Stetson buffalo cowboy hat.

Lashes his airish, passive donkie Mis. Do Goglles 
as he passes, airin' the lungs. 
Sits there like that passin gasses,
at the chanting masses. 

Allers among the willows, Pecos bypasses,
poaches the stooges 
Dooie and...

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It visits the mind
Here in my bed where I rest my bones
It meanders through the avenues
Bypasses and fly overs
These thoughts of love
Here in my bed with me.

The mind like a sieve
Filters the moments and the fun
That I have shared.
It separates the hard times
Letting the good...

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I fear my sleep.
For my mind unshackled 
Runs rampant
Visiting colonies of forgotten thoughts
And unwanted memories.

It bypasses the chains 
And the padlocks
Paying no heed 
To their reason for being.

I feel overwhelmed 
As past emotions overthrow my dreams
And invades my head
And I am consumed!
The avalanche has begun.

I...

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Walking through the boulevard

like a burdened beetle

I move through the bylanes

of hopes and dreams

I see a house across the lane, 

the lane that bypasses the memory

Walking through the doors,

I feel my existence

The existence of a world that was, 

and of people who were a part...

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There is something about eighteen wheelers,
For most of us can only wonder.
A trucker is respected to the up most,
From the east to west coast.
Oh demand to get to their destination,
Wist no hesation.
Only the strong will go the long haul,
They have no time to stall.
The endurance...

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summer scent of roses loosens grips of gloom
floral cups of red charm capture healing, 
                              ...

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Each day’s (we’re alive) one more leaf that has fallen
from tree (Fate’s collusion?), our edifice grown
with the help of light garnered from sources outside
of our provenance, moisture, and minerals,
‘cheap’s’ turned to ‘gold,’ not by Chemistry’s alchemist’s
magical potions or ‘Rosetta Stone’ left
behind archaeologist’s dig might discover
but...

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