Best Comer Poems

Spent and Battle Weary,
the exhausted figure trudges the well worn path 
like the to-ings and fro-ings of some relentless seaside donkey. 
Utterly defeated,she resumes her...

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January Cold
Freezing
Wheezing

February Valentine's Woe’s
Dating
Waiting

March Rainbow
Find pot
Gold sought

April Showers
Powers
Flowers

May Migration
Hummer
Comer

June Summer Night
Night Loons
Full Moons

July Fireworks
Dogs fear
Bombs near

August Humid Day
Sweaty
Fretty

September Trees
Leaves fall
Bares all

October Haunted House
Fright night
Ghost white

November...

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Nunca antes le daras cavida
Entre manos el oro se hace sal y agua
Mientras una luna de bendiciones
Amanece el ser de maldicion
Quemando los poros de nuestras...

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A private club was run by old Tom the cat,               ...

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"The Church"
A wooden door clicks
open 
To the beginning of
a southern spiritual
The newbie feels
depleted and empty
It is the reason why
she came

Her acceptance is
immediate 
She is given...

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Journey began for a family wedding
Lucky one is the brother in law
Love or arranged all seem chatting
Everywhere laughter some is awe

Reached the venue a day...

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Rudolph was a late comer to our 1823 story,
arriving 116 years later he grabbed all the glory.
His nose is red, so much for what's true.
He's...

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12/10/2012
 											12/10/2012
As I look up into the night sky, oh what a beautiful sight the stars shining so bright. I think about my Lord and...

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Once I dreamt upon a room.
With me and Satan and GOD
I stood before an alter bare
And Satan started to glare.

I am Satan the accuser, the...

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When light rayed Helios pushed the brightness abroad;
A mild and dim dark canopy fell upon the Earth,
Followed,late evening’s crepuscular charm ahead,
With the glistening moonlit beams...

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The bitumen sockets of a fox's skull gape out across 
an open field, testament to open-casketed interment. 
Starlings pulse ephemeral iredescence in a cascade of...

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Welcome to Gutter Ball Saloon
Where careful words waft through the tavern;
Serpentine swirls with evil intentions.
Watch your step and pocketbook.

Observe the chap in the derby hat.
No,...

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Señor Che, ¿duerme?
No, Paco. Pero dime que pasa
O, Dios... Nada! 
Pasa que pasa, compañero. Habla! 
Cuenta el dolor que cada 
El dia pasada lo pone...

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We Catholics are Born Again Christian because we genuinely repent from our sins
and are baptized in the Name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Catholics...

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I am a survivor! The over comer of the worst!
From Cape to Cairo! I know there is east to west!
My destiny is not yet reachable...

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