Best Dead On(A) Poems

I ride my unicorn along a rocky shore
As the full moon glistens on the waves
A beauty in the distance catches my eye
She is basking in the moons reflective glow

As the full moon glistens on the waves
I am completely mesmorized 
She is basking in the moons...

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Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker
About two and a half months ago
How was I to know on November 29th
We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow

The weather gods have conspired against me
Coz before and after that day
Temperatures been so incredibly warm
Much like the...

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Gallant soldier
He was born as a baby boy
Time change him to a man 
on the period of war

In his home town 
Was blood stain 
Like a paint on a mansion

He saw his love ones 
Like a Brutality 
Slain like a chicken

Half of his friends
are no...

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When man tells God’s lies 
he lies to himself, 
because God never lies.
 Religion, the righteous of man, 
is self-inflicted,  
but all deeds are seen by the all-seeing eyes.

Despise the fools, 
but love their God. 
Let contrite hearts bow, 
and be subjected to the...

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In the year of a blood moon,
they assassinated a King
Triple six stamped shrunken head dolls,
with voodoo stitched mouths,
spit the hate bullets out
Brotherhood?      
Universal unity?
Visions of vanilla vanity splattered
Eye and eye shot thru — 
Red, white and blue glass hopes shattered
Ebony...

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Now, Who On Earth Was That?

Can you imagine being in Israel when the Son of God 
was there in human form?

How He healed a woman with an issue of blood for twelve years
by touching the edge of His garment!

How He turned the well water into...

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EASTER SUNDAY  
                            Spring goddess Eostre--Astarte--Ishtar
           ...

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AntiPoem 36
“Silent Mercies”

(Poet’s Instruction: Softly play in the background Mario Lanza singing
“Your Tiny Hand Is Frozen” from Puccini’s La Boheme, while reading this AntiPoem)


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Look over there.
See the stunned grandmother knitting,
Not speaking a word neither, nor listening, 
Pretending she’s okay when she isn’t.
Notice the moribund listing...

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Sick of crying 
tired of trying
ya im smiling
but inside im dying
trapped in a world thats impossible to excape
im dying more everyday 
with ever breath i take
you think that if i smile im happy 
but thats not even true
im only pretending and living a lie
just to...

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A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was trembling,
The bureaucracy was pinning the nibs into my dreams.
Not only...

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Everyday and there is another story to be told
Of someone dying other then the old
Because todays headlines
Is yesterdays news
And all over again 
It is another mans pain
And the world reads about it all

A little boy with only memories
   of his dad laying dead...

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Our Many Military Memories

Many military memories were made,
And into past, none of them will fade,
Lasting forever which was day by day;
Even after they have passed away.

Things occurred each year after year, 
In an awesome, mighty military career;
Helicopter blades did swirl and swirl
That would make all...

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The dominant strains that run through my veins
render it hard to ascertain
where alcohol and nicotine sin
ceases, desists and I begin.
A criminal trend to miscomprehend
why I swig yet another one ‘round the bend,
glass in hand, oblivion to seek,
drowning along the whisky creek.
If you jerked the chain...

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A lot of us are not great risers
many a morning we hate that alarm
wish we could throw it out the window
but there was one with a mighty arm

Think on Jesus living 2000 years ago
imagine you're a disciple following Him there
then He was crucified dead on...

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even vultures will not devour the proffered
war time victims, ruined was the impression
of untitled sacrifice, a wild anemone

slips into the river of blood, I tend to forget
the faces of embers –

arson by apostles of peace, it has become a commodity,

oppression releases a promise for optic...

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