Best Cr Poems

 To Adorn, adore Him Abba Father. 
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I PRAY FOR AND SPEAK LIFE UNTO ALL BELOVED

I pray for the souls the lost those always
Saved I pray for the unchosen and chosen ones
I...

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Their human ma and pa were spark out in reclining chairs
But Rum and Raisin watched the TV with enraptured stares
The western had just ended with...

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My heart

cr
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led




like the screwed up scraps of paper
now languishing in the trash bin


okay, so I write humourous poems ...
I rarely write 'free verse'
or 'perfect' iambic...

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* Weird  Science *

With pens he walks
Pocket Protectors to protect his chest
Taped up glasses on his face
Pull his pants down, call him a GEEK...

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* Ey, gt d cr kys…m mtg ^ wd d crw ds f-dy nyt…
ur brgr pak s in d  ref.

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three rhymed sestets written as a cento (see below) 	

PC       I muse, while the heaving waves of life are...

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Cradle my body, Deeply into 
you, tear me, limb-frm-limb, 
Can't deny your pulsing vibes, 
380* spins my prime, moving 
mountains, amongst, early 
dawns, sunlight quake,...

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Well, well, Welby
Beg your pardon
He’s got three Poles 
At the bottom of his garden*
And joining in with daily prayers
Some Syrians beneath the stairs
Asylum seekers in...

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His name is Pooh and he's aware
that he is quite a special bear.
In times of stress he'll comfort you
then dance away when he is through.

Just...

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I knew a man who had no fun.
He tried and tried but never won.
His life was in a rut.
His wife had a big butt. /...

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Creeping, creeping
Shadows, like dust under a bed,
crawl from the corners toward you
Creeping, creeping-
Eerie low bellows quake your spine
Slowly chills run up and down-
Creeping... just cr...

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I'm learning to swear and to curse
And to make my poems sound worse and worse
But when I shouted, oh f**k
It was just my bad luck...
I...

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Pansy treads a well-worn path
towards her lover,
his cape flying 
in a sudden breeze.

Nearer now,
her eyes upon the cape,
and smiling,
then looking at his face.

She throws herself...

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Black sludge coffee fills in where
the bone and sinew used to be
If I were sliced and diced, all you'd see
is black sludge
Even where the marrow...

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