Best Conceive Of Poems

I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections are scrawled on my mind's dark wall,
And will leave stains as they begin to fade.
Time passes without a sense of motion.
My lost dreams disappear with wrinkled skin.
Traveled paths contain my...

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Standing straight and tall, I am happy among my next of kin,
graceful and gracious, accepting and at one with nature.
The gentle whisper of the wind is music in our midst,
A cornucopia of chirping sounds, gleeful gifts from the birds.

Do you ever wonder how I have...

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Poor last cookie, alone on the plate
No one partook, no one ate
Not for lack of flavor, this I know
Having already sampled its sweet morsels

Only one, is it wrong to steal a bite
From someone who's tempered their appetite?
Could I conceive of anyone so flip
As to decline...

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MEMORY OF NOTHING

Listen:
Drag branches comeback
Across the forest floor:
Knowledge of the rough¡

At water’s edge
I gather some things up:
“Happy Ending Story”.

We’ve the time to give the Babel Tower
A close reading.
Awful good, Tú
As Roy A. Rappaport’s
Ritual... as Communication and as State.
Our preferences might be
Toward more emphasis 
On species...

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To sit and daydream upon the farthest hill
Let my eyes wander across a meadow green
Conceive of rainbows whose colors spill
And paint the sky with a glorious sheen

Free my mind to drift like children spin 
And find a child like joy to fulfill
To picture little feet...

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Praying, praising, promising – powerful peace conquers every doubt or fear with this light that pours out over the spirit, easing every anxiety, reflecting all the love that brings us through fears and tears – into the joy found in His shadow. ~ by poet


Silent...

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Just as the blush will always leave the rose
and leaves of fall will crumble on the ground,
the love that comes when you’re in the throes
of lust can’t last, for love must be profound!

True love is patient and forgiving too.
It’s wise and cheerful, and it’s built...

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It comes back to me in solemnity,
and I wistfully wish it wouldn't.
A willful case of killing it was—
a hunter doing what he shouldn't.

Father had taken me deer hunting,
thinking to make a man of a boy.
I prayed we wouldn't see a deer.
and we didn't—not one—such joy!

Daylight...

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Blinded by Love

Purity can not conceive of the Depth of Darkness 

Hopefulness believes the lost will fine their way back

Genuineness yearns for the greater good 

Integrity commands high ideals

Forthright will inspirer those with a open heart


How many times will it take....

For a Pure Heart to...

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Willard Mitt Romney
born into wealth and money
Can't conceive of life as the Beaver
and pushes  temps as high as trench fever


"Clerihew" form for Andrea's "Seeking a Fresh Crop of Clerihews"...

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While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page
the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance
in high shoes and perfume. Their legs are strong and their voices high.
And the guys get high and hard thinking about what the girls are like
     ...

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Can one conceive of self before his dawn
Regain for fleeting second what he was
Eternal beings wandering thought or spawn
Atomic, cosmic, light, or primate fuzz
Toward what should we direct our praise?
Infinite evolution or omniscient play
Ornate description of the seven days 
Nocturnal seeds from amebic bays...

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In LOVE she conceived of you.
With JOY carried you.
And with PRIDE birthed you.

In LOVE she always conceives of you.
With JOY carried within.
And with PRIDE born of who you are.

In LOVE always conceive of yourself and others.
With JOY be carried through life.
And with PRIDE in who...

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Amazingly, your eyes gleam freshness from heaven.
Before you were seen, you were resting in God's heart.
Clinging to mine, it cannot cease to overflow.
Drawing meaning into life's every crevice,
Each given breath you take awakens mine.
From the moment I first felt your ripples inside me,
God gave me...

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It really is a sweet device,
for we invoke it often as ally
or enemy--grasping at straws
to place it in its proper pigeon-hole
and thus to clarify intent.

And history is on its side!
The noble statesman, saint
and businessman have so exalted
one epitome of truth as such
to gently lay it...

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