Best Contents Poems

What is inside a human heart
Is it sunshine warm and bright
Maybe fluffy soft white clouds
Or a full moon on a dark still night

Is there precious perfumed flowers
Or a peaceful gentle rain
The glistening of a calm ocean
Or a stunning sunrise or sunset again

Is it full and...

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What is inside a human heart
Is it sunshine warm and bright
Maybe fluffy soft white clouds
Or a full moon on a dark still night

Is there precious perfumed flowers
Or peaceful gentle rain
The glistening on a calm ocean
Or the joy of a sunrise and sunset again

Is it abundant...

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I would love to taste every inch of your body
caress your nipples slide my tongue over them
then down to your thighs to taste you there
sending wave after wave of tingling sensations
coursing through your body as you build up and up

My finger tips glide down the...

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Packed up my suitcase
with the weight of emptiness
and left a note beside 
your whiskey glass
‘bout the things we would not give

Walked out the front door
that sheltered us inside
the climate of affection
and the frail things 
we kept alive...

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If in your fruit cellar you find
My jar, you need not be perplexed
When one day the label reads
"Canned peach preserves";
And on another day, "cubed dills";
Or if you find upon opening
Nothing of the label of contents....

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Oh say can you see;
What the contents of the continents mean to me.
It's all in the Word, I have heard;
But just the same, watch what's in the name.

CRIME is in America, Oh say, can you see;
It's scrambled, can you see it, C R I M...

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Alone in a room, 
alone within eminent doom.
I simmer so deep in saturation
that I forget that isolation happens in extended duration.
For the sake of direction, I reference past chapters
to avoid tried and true mistakes and repetitious history thereafter.

As I join the table of strong black...

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have you lost your mind
not that I'm aware of
just another flat penny train wreck
let's survey the blaspheming survivors
an army of gossiping lawn trolls
have been detected in your garden
do you
a. get out of bed
b. run screaming into the night
c. splash a little more gin
into the horn...

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Wham, bam
What's up?
Whatcha got?
Can ya hang with me?
I've got ten on the fact that you couldn't even
bang with me.
I've got words to spit;
I've got games to play,
I've got a one-up on you,
much to your dismay.
If you stick with me it'll be all
gravy;
boat sinks 
and the...

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I keep the panic attack 
In my pocket, untaken
In my closed hand 
My wish is to run on autopilot
Minute by minute
Until it's fine 
To not derail
Or fall out of the sky
Because I pushed myself
Into a place of nervous energy
Where my wanting to do good, to...

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This Table Of Contents
will continue to grow
with All Creatures Great & Small
that I have come to know
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You wrote your deepest passionate thoughts, dear Mama,
Odes, or a sonnet, penned without undue drama.
I sang those lyrics many times, calling your name
They were your legacy; never sounded the same
As when you gathered us toddlers into your arms,
And sang sweetly to us from your verses...

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We pack each little box 
Until it’s full of memories.
Unpack when we arrive each day.
Like spring, when daffodils are new.
We put ourselves inside each word,
Stuffing the tattered, and ragged edges
Of each memory with a lubricant of feeling.
Inside, each emotion pressing outward to be free, 
Not...

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We See the Package,
God Views its Contents
6-15-2016

The package that a person is wrapped in,
Tells us nothing about the contents inside;
Not who they are, or where they’ve been,
Or things, that from others, they can hide;

In judging a person simply by visual aspect,
We miss what lies concealed...

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It is fast becoming rampant,
The whole thing: perfect irritant:
Baring screened-off contents of pants
Guilty:  old dames and debutantes
And these pants are exorbitant,
Uncomplaining buyer brilliant!

Freedom continues to seeds plant
Crossed Christians turning militant,
Who would wearer waste or her pants,
New growing mistrust of fired rants,
Towards shaming violence slant...

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