Best Categorize Poems

Andrea D?...No brainer:
Dandy
Andie

Or in her younger, wilder days she may have been:
Randy
Andie?
(Just kidding! Just kid...Ouch!)

I have no choice but to categorize several poems by my mentor as:
Guzzi's
Doozies
(Now don't YOU start on me Deb!)

Ms. Macmillan's writing style is quite modern so here-to-forth she is:
Trendy
Cyndi
(You're not gonna'...

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Falling so hard for you
        beat will not wane
dark blue nights dreary cold
      ran down your street
   to see if you were home
      tapped on your...

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Look at my skin,
And categorize me.
Put me in a column,
The society is sickening.

Not a day would pass without me getting called out.
What do I need to do to live in piece?
My skin doesn’t define me,
When can I speak?

Freedom of speech?
Huh, what a silly thing.
Every time...

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Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you

Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright

Why vote for governments
That steals the meals...

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Crystal Cup
 of Flair


The 
world judges another
 by what they own
Fancy jewels, clothing,
 cars and spacious homes.

They
 choose leaders born
 of arrogance and strife
Following them into
 wars and destructive lives

Many
 categorize a person's
 life through opinions
Created through jealousy
 they follow them like minions

Judge
 not or...

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I'm a man apart, repelled by the norm
Got my own path I chose to walk in
My eyes see things on a different wavelength,
my ears are attuned to another frequency

Never thought twice about the separation,
or the price of breaking free from the swarm
Always was comfortable in...

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Fulfilled fantasies and legitimate realities…you do know how to please…
Are you listening to my voice of longing and yearning?
No, don’t backstab me with your broken promises…stop being a horrid tease…
Do not worry, Lord, I am still constantly…learning…

God is here…

I’m scared, so unprepared… my flames are...

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Schools are cults of intelligence

Sports are cults of athleticism

Families are a cult of similar genetics

Clubs are cults of interests

Bands are cults of music

Businesses are cults of greed

Governments are cults of power

Gangs are cults of inferiority

Art is a cult of creativity

Industry is a cult of logic

Friendships...

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An expansive view of tumbling sand and lasting memories
make seagulls swoop in broad paintbrush strokes
over brothers bonded by baseball and a broken home.

Within a sandcastle, two boys taste salt on their tongues,
a savory blend of pinky promises, dolphin sightings
and an acute ache for adventure. ...

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The will shall supplement my fitness,

categorize my songs,

and ejaculate a witness!

He shall shuttle our smiles through the day,

complicate our wrongs,

and dish out the bongs,

sing along with songs,

in rooms of grape with walls of shakes,

tomb smoke and tokens-

taken in by notes,

domes inside zones,

landscaping Vogue-

no real reason...

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What do you think of when I say the word “love”
Flowers, blue skies and sunshine
And so when you think of total “commitment”
It's a lifetime of souls intertwined

When you hear the phrase, “cool as a cucumber”
Does a vegetable come to mind
Or a frosty mint julep on...

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The eve of Christmas a day I won’t soon forget
It was the day we celebrated yes I do remember
The family came together for you with no regret

Recalling a child, spying around, found a train set
I would start to feel the excitement in November
The eve of...

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When you look at my skin tone
Don't categorize me
When you see what i wear
Don't dare label me
You don't know me
You just see my outside
I may be the sweetest person alive
Your assumptions are therefore unjustified
I may be the best friend you'll ever have
I may be that...

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COLOR BLIND




I thought it was over, though I could never understand




Why we can't walk down the street, holding different hands




'Can't walk side by side, have to have a divide



Sepreate fountains, Sepreate seats, treated as a disease 



This is not what God see in me



I'm a...

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Though I am dark, the light ignites my curiosity, see me as an abstract manipulation and acknowledge me but please don’t shun me.  Just like the butterfly we blossomed from a cocoon not a day too soon. Although I am not seen as having...

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