Best Conditioned Poems

One hundred and six degrees was the rumor.
I checked at noon, it was only ninety-six.
Rumor fake news.

I sit on my front porch 
lapping up the...

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The night lingers, yawning, 
Stretching its limbs across the sky;
It lies there so silently, so languidly
As if awaiting the early rays of morning
To come by-...

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I'll hold this place for her loving faintly-
fragile, and tepid outer layer veils so thinly
a gorgeous core shining bright and quietly
  Her eyes say...

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Conditioned since birth by customs, family, society and ego
We go about with a clustered mind 
Complicating our simple life with our thoughts and self-imposed restrictions
We...

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Four in one, nine baptised,
I hear you say legalised fraudlence,
Promises air-conditioned highways and streets,
Salaries and wages without working,
An easy life made sweet and comfortable.

Now, all...

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(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with...

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footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of...

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Eating Words

On my way to the gym to shape my well nourished body
I travel a whole Universe of madness from leafy suburbs
high walls electric fences...

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They say fantasy is in the wind
But I can see it everywhere
We’re all chasing empty beauty 
And that’s before the bubble’s pop

Reality is just complex...

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A melody from yesteryear 
Plays softly on the wind--
A mix of myrrh and honey,
A wistful sweet and bitter blend.

Fond memories of bygone days,
Of long departed...

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The Highways and the Byways
By Franklin Price
10/27/2107
(Inspired by Nancy McIntyre Stepp)

 The highways and the byways
Of this life in which we've grown
Bring back many memories
Of...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my...

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The seed that’s sown, so is the fruit you reap
Doer of the good gather good, evil of evil reaps
Vipaka or result is reaction and action...

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My brave son of seven is leaving!
to spar with military jaws.
And I repeat, Lycurgis taught me these three laws:
to keep the wolves away: if I...

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From my mother's womb I yelled into the room,
mattress on the living room floor,
my bro I replaced as the youngest, his face
as he screamed and...

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