Best Century Poems

A future world rule by Trillionaires and Billionaires
Each country with segments of puppet regime governments,
With exceptions of course,
The drug lords the cartel those with the power
And the glory to hold what they consider theirs,
They will be the enemy, and will be a constant
Thorn in the...

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Eddie currents confused the conduits in this mind
How can the transformers in the brain go not blind
Confusing is the light, direct me as it's straight shined
Hundreds of emotions imprisoned and confined
Thoughts going back to teenage years deeply pined
Worrying about the love effects totally enshrined
Consider this...

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It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I am attractive and half naked,
If I am uneducated,
If I speak in broken English,
And sing Christian songs.

It's ok that I'm Native American:
If I am passive and subdued,
If I smile all the time,
If I fit the stereotype,
And am not opinionated.

It's...

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Humpty Dumpty fell off the top of the wall
He got on the phone and gave his lawyer a call
With help from the lawyer and litigation men
Humpty is rich and won’t have to work again!

09~30~16

Inspired by Three blind mice poem by Ilene Bauer...

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An anomaly in furnishings, I was;
so avant-garde, I triggered smiles and buzz.
Not like baroque, ornate styles of the past,
my bona fide remake was made to last.

A cacophony of patterns- deja vu,
brought slow ennui; now time for something new.
With full carte blanche, my sharper look emerged.
Sparked...

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No longer submerged in seduction of a lover's tongue
left hanging out where no word is sung
defunct of function or fancy form 
lost are the layers gradually getting you warm

Here and now before thoughts do pass
free flowing spewing out too fast
rhythm and rhyme left to chance
sterile...

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Romanticize a scene 
it falls in endless dreams 
begin and then you see 
that what it is is all it will ever be

crimson petals in a vase
lace curtains rise, open windows
open eyes 
kisses soft
whispers cannot compete 
of how delicate a moment is with you 

leaves...

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Show down.
Eye to eye,
Tears sweat from it's cheek.
Little bit of a shake in the bodily wise.
"You can't do this to me! Speak in that tone of voice!"
"Look around. They'll think you're insane!"
"Get back in line!"
Cirlcing my lens sight about,
Seeing the expression of anguish hysteria in...

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This wise old bulk twined and furled self mended throughout
She shows me her bark churning scars inside out 
Sage sentry    her silver green cascade caressing the blue
I plop on her half felled limb to pick gum from my shoe
Broken some storm ago...

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Flanders: Summer 1920
 
The summer zephyr softly grooms
The golden ripening barley field
Makes gentle waves of feathered plumes
And earth by nature’s hand is healed

Mere two years since these fields were torn
The bland mild landscape ripped and stained
Dark gashes scarred the growing corn
And blood splashed red the...

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Enthusiasm, the planet occupied.
As Sapiens lives in rage
Strives to come after 
But all in sleeveless

Hence, in the land of the living,
Arouse  a living Queen,
Waved by nature,
Tormented by hindrances,
And tempted by viles.

She stays through the storm,
Fight for her triumph,
And not easily bothered,
By countless thought of...

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Fear recalled; the taste of sweat in retreat, when
one can never seem to run far enough or fast enough.
Remembering the Christian children’s chants of
devil worshiper, atheist; the taunting hell they saw 
for those not blessed to be themselves.

The jeer of the crowd for those apart,...

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Century's are long one hundred years they last
so long in fact it's hard to remember the past

What did I do that hundred years ago
was it sunny, raining, or even any snow

Now that I think about it does it really even matter
one hundred years from now...

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The origins of young love is going way back to the early 16th century and it'll stop at
the 1930s, even the Great Depression. This type of young love had been around since the
16th century in England and after the first radio was invented. It seems...

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a decade is yesterday’s century
things change that fast
tomorrow a day...

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