Best Crook Poems

Light the nation a new fire;
Awake the apathetic’s desire;
Like sheep to Shepherd’s crook;
We need a new course, old Book.

Our founders risked it all;
Starting with Lexington’s...

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To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
on the corner of 1st,  where the blackberries grew
a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with...

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Many (con)-ARTIST are drinking more than the soup
A kidnapping of the mind
Confessions/conspiracy/rounded up in groups
Interrogation on a  prowler /who's words robbed us blind
Corrupting our...

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Purring
contentedly
just being with my love
and basking in the afterglow
of our ascent to the peak of pleasure,
I now settle, spent and cozy,
in the crook of his...

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God sometimes does pray to man;
Quite often we hear him not.
But once above the din of earthly prayer 
I did hear his voice;
Through the dizzying...

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Everyone is so uptight.
I just came to drink and they all wanna fight.
Some sixfoot seven pissed off dude.
Just blacked my eye.
Cause his girlfriend just happened...

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The fire logs glow,  flickering to and fro 
in her eyes he sees champagne dreams of love 
the soft adagio plays a velvet tune...

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Aunt Ethel said to Uncle Fred,
Let’s attempt the starfish in bed,
Old Ethel insisted,
Till Fred’s back got twisted,
They best stick to sleeping instead!

Original poem by Jan...

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Weed is my name
Causing depression is my game
I can turn a super model into a whore
A millionaire poor
A classy lady trash
Now smoke me till I'm...

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"SWEET  LITTLE  HONEY"

My father had no respect for the world..
A big drug trafficker..
When I was just a little girl!
Living  for the glory...

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They were a carpenter's hands, calloused, yet so soothing,
Freely offered to those whose burdens needed smoothing.
He forsook the carpentry trade, His Father's will to keep,
And...

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1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either...

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Striving for Political Correctness

By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.
There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade...

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I am from country living and bareback riding
But you wouldn't know that 'cause i keep hiding
I look like I'm gothic but i really don't bite
Trust...

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