Best Cater Poems

Once love, or rather, that which I thought was love
Swept me over
And had me racing up on a highway
I raced up and up
Till I reached the top most part of a summit
Only to fall
Back down
Broken into pieces
With deep scars
And loose bolts
And, to my horror,
Realized that...

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Tongue Study

Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.            
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how has it pertained
to my own.

My tongue has delivered
and served, it...

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How I would love to dance with you along the Naples bay,
And then escape towards our restaurant beyond the archway.
Listen, as they play love songs with gusto on the mandolin
As Peppinello prepares the dough which in a round form he'd spin.

Outside, a young lass dances...

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My world has changed so fast
it has caught me off guard.
I never dreamed I would see
the open hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
But then the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once impossible to...

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A weary sun awakens past the tree line o’er the hill,
chilly heavens cater to its shine
Dawning eyes now open as it’s light flows ‘long the sill,
the beauty that I see so very fine

Turning now to face me as my heart it skips a beat,
lost between...

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Let’s fly to the celestial fiesta of the cherry blossom,
In the North Eastern Region of Shillong, named, “The Scotland of the East,
The abode of the cloud,” in the lush mesa of the magnetic Meghalaya!
The wheezing Pine forest of the whispering waterfalls in the Khasi hills,
is...

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With beating heart and dragging feet this dark and soulful night
I stealthily tiptoe past her window hoping - not to see her light
But bathed in luminosity she sits there in full view
My hands go clammy yet again knowing not what to do

My very own neighbour...

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The sun emerge from its hide, smiling bright and it glide
Promising a fine stay, for those who toil by the day
Oaks surround the landscape, as ferns add in to the grandeur
A heron’s displaying majestic pose, the farmers toil with ardor
The placid stream that flow, bearing...

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If you come to Soup Creek town
With any ulterior motives
Best go first to the local chapel
And light a few candle votives,
We, the citizens, have values
Not to mention a few morals
And we don’t cater to fools, or,
Like their nonsensical quarrels,
Don’t be sarcastic or snarky,
Don’t show up...

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I fear most Church steeples are drowning in sin
And like Country Clubs, cater to folks acting part,
Way too holy for sinner, too blessed to be sick,
Always blaming the victim, God’s grace a lost art.

The rich are the only ones sure of God’s love!
Though it's faux...

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Manipulate the wordolator
spin it swirl it make it cater
   to your whims and what you wanted
your no dreamer, you are haunted
   you can't stop the rhyme you started
tell the truth you're broken hearted
   send that through the wordolator
it comes...

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GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don't you keep coming to our rescue? Just wipe it all away, make everything new so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we will believe in you.

You see,...

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Afterlife Azaleas rise as apparitions 
Bony Buttercups bathe in blooming moonlight 
Cobweb Carnations cater to crystal chaos
Deathly Daffodils dance to the eternal dusty doors
Eerie Evening Primroses prance to ethereal exits
Frightening Foxgloves flame their foliage 
Ghostly Geraniums gleam and gallop over graves
Haunting Hydrangeas heighten hollow horrors
Ivory...

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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation 
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks...

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The sun was blaring down 
That August afternoon
When Jesse came into the town 
Of Early Blossom Bloom
The sun had blistered up his skin
His shoes were worn and tired
The clothes he wore upon his back
Was all that he acquired

Jesse was a loner 
Traveled light and all...

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