Best Convert Poems

Part those sheets my love
And I will worship your skin
A true believer...

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We've all seen it
their cloying intensity
to the new cause:
tobacco cessation,
gluten-free digestion,
mindful rumination,
deep cleanse elimination,
erotic poetry,
for the lucky
erotic reality,
alcohol abstinence,
Yahweh's deliverance.
And we can only
smile and nod
knowing
this too will pass....

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Convert
Old factory was due to be knocked down and turned into rubble, recycle the materials and use the land again. A new start? Yet this building is structurally fine, a few broken windows and missing tiles, the idea of demolition is okay but you lose...

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AWAY YON CONVERT COME HITHER
abreast is the moments
somethings collects those comments
reaching out for those converts
those whose screaming and yelling stay away alerts



12/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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May be my dream convert in truth
And I touch the truth of god
I know god is a very clever player
Every moment he took new turn
But while you fallow with true heart
He defiantly listen your talk
And god accept your wish
And make way for her fall
And with...

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May be my dream convert in truth
And I touch the truth of god
I know god is a very clever player
Every moment he took new turn
But while you fallow with true heart
He defiantly listen your talk
And god accept your wish
And make way for her fall
And with...

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Principled or vile, honorable or depraved,
we all view the same stars,
suffer the same dread.
The richest minds among us were
all once bedwetters.

The puerile erect walls like Trump’s fortification,
they imagine iron and concrete impervious to the
ghosts of culture and language,
never recognizing the absurd futility,
never once realizing their...

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Marceau leans on air.
His ethereal stage, a muse.
Walls and limits come and go.

Rubber, his body
knowing what it wants. 
His muscle’s tale born
in luster under polished light.

Each spectator becomes a believer,
each observer willingly accepts,
how hands make intangible dimensions,
how legs scale vaporous stairways.
You should never ask what...

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So, you thought you have the right
To in my bed pass a night,
Not alone, with your lover,
Vulgar love-making brave,
Sensual pleasures coarsely crave…

You have my mattress defiled,
All night romances of the wild;
For hours with a pervert 
Who claims she is a convert.

Now, a discolored white sheet
I’ll...

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