Best Cycled Poems

Mother' has no nature,
T’s  mind’s illusion,
Brings to that conclusion,

T’was God' who made the worlds,
And saves from perils,

Also the vast expanse,
T’was not by chance,

By great...

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If I were the president,
in our fatherland, no citizen will be a bastard
and mutual respect, our networking web.

If I were the president
the people will be...

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The faintness of flight overwhelms me
boxed in caged, corseted, in a cattle car of the air
pristine bells and whistles cajole the herd
as the breath is...

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...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed...

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I listened for the rain,
 it emerged slowly now and again
  from a crepuscular caliginus sky,
the tenebrous mist that trickled down lightly in the...

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Sitting on the shelf like a broken teacup
I go on despite these difficult moments
I run into myself with Irish green eyes and permanent tear stained...

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"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness,
The wickedness of these times."
"Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon."
To radio stations phone-it.
"Wait!, No!, Next month.
"Taking the kiddies...

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It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith...

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I enter my primeval room lit with candles
from an ethnic sanctuary, and revisit
the mural of  ancestral stories
where horses and men flock to graze
the oracles...

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COPLA 75 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

If it weren’t for the experiment
Why would our past lives not be known :
Is karma writ

Who among us...

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more...

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With Crystal Ball I might have found 
Some way to weave my way through time
Instead I played without the rules
Did it my way throughout the...

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age, body, fantasy, future, how i feel, humor, me,

Plastic Life © 

A life with plastic fill
Brings one to recycle
Recycled ‘life’ predicts 
A future made Robotic

With...

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Swimming revolutions,
Walking in the right lane,
Cultural institutions,
Every second's the same.

Our destinies intertwine,
Though our paths differ,
While we are not caught on a fishing line,
We are all...

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