Best Cleanly Poems

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Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind shifts it broad and thin,
Indelible puddles left by rain,
Sand critters pop out and in,
A boy and his ball rolls along,
With...

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I rise from deep within the earth
out of pressured lavas

I rise above the level into
breathable realms

I rise following the risen
He who set my path and
monitors my lift lovingly
tenderly, yet such pinions
given of steeliness unpluckable

I rise for the grace of the Father,
for the loving sacrifice of...

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A brand new year has just begun, new page,
sheet one of twelve to see upon the wall.
It cleanly hangs, no scribbles, signs of age:
a fresh new start; a slate wiped clean of scrawl.
A time to breathe, set plans both big and small.

This year will grant...

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She sits.
She writes.
She feels lost and alone.

Clenched fists.
Scary night.
Passion turned to stone.

I tore up a book of lost verses written to my lover,
since she left there are no more journals to discover.
Humbled emotions penned with a quill on red paper,
the blood bled dry because I...

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"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors 
that judgmentally remain closed after glimpsed twigging -

a monumental fail, also known as - a slow burning spectacular fall from...

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I have never seen anything quite like you.                                     ...

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Heart all aflutter when she looks in my eyes
Thoughts deep inside me of claiming the prize
An intimate lesson, I teach her guitar
My arms are around her, she's forming the bar
My hand covers her hand and together we push
Til the notes resound cleanly and efforts produce...

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Waking to a promising morn,
refreshed from healthy brand new sleep,
you will realize all kept, old scorn
that you have yet to cleanly sweep.

You will sip pain in your coffee,
spy it all day sharing your seat.
When allowed, anger will vent spree
through thoughts in a constant repeat.

Anger feeds...

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Send the convicts to the jails -
Local jails! -
What a world of confinement as their court case fails
Hear the jingle, jingle, jingle
Of the handcuffs as they walk
Now with men they only mingle
They may as well be single
Doing time, time, time,
For a thoughtless bungled crime
As their...

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**Trigger Warning**



"I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe" 

I knew Anne.
you’d think 
with a name like hers
she’d be able to find her way 
out of unchartered waters.

it didn’t come as a suprise, 
then, on second thoughts, much later,
that she would write a poem for...

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George W. Towne

1847 – 1899

From Iowa I came by restless wagon train.
From the mid-west I arrived 
With satchel and silken scalp still intact.
I read Proverbs and Ecclesiastes to pass the time.
I read the Gospels of John and Luke.
I read Harriet Beecher Stowe and
I read John...

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You uncovered
Your heart, my lack of wisdom,
Remorse can’t describe.

If time was replayed,
I’d have shared more heart your way,
Seen actions fore hurt.

I intended no pain,
I thought we could break cleanly,
But my thoughts were wishful.

Now I can’t undo,
And choose the outcome anew,
I apologize.

I hope this allows,
Flow, where...

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Morning lights on my leaden eyes
And on my body still weighted in sleep
Fuzzy thoughts try to creep into my mind   
I try to move not sure if I really want to wake
I check the time on my mobile
That is beside my mattress on...

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A brand new year will soon begin…new page,
one sheet of twelve to see upon the wall;
it cleanly hangs, no scribbles, signs of age.
New Year...so many days to get things done;
on a clean slate, set new plans big and small,
before the twelve fly off, each one...

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to say that rumor has it
is to say that the World Trade Center
collapsed silently and cleanly like 
oppositely sexed Siamese twins
who discovered they could mate
I had all channels going full bore
aiming at involuntary insemination
with the aid of a two-handled clam rake
now there's an archetype of...

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