Best Deal Out Poems

Poetry on trial?

I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control 
This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox 
Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head layeth on the block 

No need for a foundation, build...

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I went to get ready, for our very last date.

She'd kill me for sure, if I showed up late.

I polished my shoes, put on a clean shirt.

Then bought her some roses. What could it hurt?

I thought to myself, as I knocked on her door.

I was...

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Time is the healer that carries us over the line,
when we are saddened with someone we’re leaving behind,
as we become holders of hearts that are broken apart,
but memories and time are menders of a broken heart.

You can talk to the heavens and plead with your...

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Others have fallen,
publicly shame slain by the Me Too sword
Men of high society pedigree,
reduced to outcast leprosy members only
And the rave wave rage of women’s anger rises
against heifer treatment by male baboons,
perpetrated on them since the beginning of time
Now is a dangerous time for 
testosterone...

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If I were a tree, I would be an oak. A laughing oak with dazzling shiny hair.
My leaves would twinkle and spin and prance happily in the summer.
I would watch over the squirrels with their chattering ways, and smile.
Loving the way they flip upside down...

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- I take a step back to reflect. Fecal matter storms a reality check in to the mental hotel of chaos. In utter disorder; rationality eludes us. Cluelessly, we are insane—on a temporary leave of absence. Senselessly numb; simply, simple... Obsolete and discreet, keeping eyes...

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Whenever I feel discouraged,
Or am just too blind to see,
What purpose there is for my life on earth,
This thought is what comforts me.

I think about a Man Whose Name
Means, oh, so much to me,
You see, He wore a crown of thorns,
That He might set me...

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three issues are at stake in poetry writing at present: first,  whether or not we can write an emotionally charged (subjective) material/topic such as love (loving, not loving, not being loved), freedom, and justice  effectively with artistic objectivity. This is more complicated by...

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Punxsutawney Phil thats what the humans call me but all the hedge hogs call me Harry I wish the humans would have call me something simple.
The humans make a big deal out of one day a year my only day of work for the year.
I...

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I am a gentle man, and I try with all my heart to love my fellow man and do all that I 
can, to help out and get along.  However, there are some men that no matter what 
you do will try to hurt...

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Monopoly is like life.
There are the leaders,
Who made all the right choices.
There are those who are bankrupt,
Who made all the wrong ones.
There are the lucky ones,
Who land on  Free Parking.
There are those with a little less luck,
Who land in Jail.
There are the ones that...

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Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.

Sins overgrew like wild moss the citylines
many had looted gravely many others of toe to...

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You wanted me to be a hero and go off and fight the war.
You wanted me to be a hero, but you didn't know what for.
So I became a hero and now I'm rolling through the door,
'cause this hero's got no arms or legs no...

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A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald
   by Bob Moore

Hello Donald
That Afro-American President,  lived there just before you
agreed to take these Middle Eastern fellers from Naru
they are a bloody handful, getting worser every day
when you gonna send a boat, and take them...

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Elden Hewett smiled at the sight
of Gretta Coburn moving his way,
she had worked here at his saloon,
ever since that dark, tragic day.

He pinched her as she walked by,
said,”Now I think it’s time you see,
you got no husband left to help you,
you’re gonna need to make...

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