Best Deals Poems

Skipping 'cross the village square
Smiling like the noonday sun
Maidens gather everywhere
Errands finished, workday done

Dresses billow in the breeze
Laughing eyes, flirtatious smiles
Skirts uplifted past their knees
Practicing their female wiles

Woke up with a grunt and moan
Glad was I the sun still shone
Got back on the cursed phone
Banker's...

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Pitcher deals.
Center snaps. 
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.

Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises....

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Majority African countries are rejecting deals 
With many European Countries 
And Usa.
And approving many deals
With China. 

What surprised some Africans 
is that Chinese still collecting 
Some raw minerals 
to China. 
It could be  reasonable 
To deal with partners 
Who will build their industries
Where raw materials...

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I think I recall
way back in balmier lemon-delivery days,
which already feel Golden Ruled
and Ratioed
and Elixired
by comparison,
when the Affordable Care Act
was referred to as the Democrat Agenda
for universal health care,
and Paris signatures
were discussed,
even polemically,
as the Democratic Global-Spreading Agenda
for climate health
as contrasted to the Republicans
for more aristocratic...

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Poem is © Dana

A Pawn of the Devil’s Deals

He kills, he gives life, he injures, he heals;
there are none who escape from his hands.
Surrender to him, learn from him, obey him.

The foolish traitor, a pawn of the devil’s deals.
To carry out his sinister and evil...

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Bitter sweet that path to tread
Popping pills and nothing said
Making deals, getting into debt
No one caring, no one will fret.

Poverty spoken, lived in the past
Sympathy short, nothing to last
Watching telly a daytime stew
Nothing real and nothing new

Leaving school, work’s not there
Some they steal if they...

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It insults the-
primitivism. Hypothermia, you
   become cold-blooded.

         *

   Fractured limbs.
How will you climb the
   mound of questions ?

         *

   Gray night.
Between...

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Unsealed Deals
Magical pastures dying souls
Powerless kisses filter screams 
Foot-prints unmatched re-framed
Unclaimed madness lifted chains
Sane revised emotions torched 
Wind-mill tunnel water mills

Empty rumors dirty creeds
Forgotten prisons countless thrills
Heartless feelings unsealed deals
Moon- light caption revealed 
Endless days often caved
Carved imprints’ stone induced

Undressed passion dying fool 
Misfits guided...

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Trump Deals Are All Bogus

No wonder we raised such a fuss
All Trump's deal are always bogus
Not only that he is corrupt
Many times has been bankrupt
And in the end screwed all of us.

Jim Horn...

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So I met a man said he was the Devil
Said things would come to me from another level

First I did not believe
For I am hard to deceive

It did begin to unfold
Me, from rags to gold

Must watch what you ask
To maintain, is a task

But quickly it...

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One promise 
No deal breaking, seal cracking
Absolute YES to make this caress
Belief creeps through oily membranes
Chemical science, gene machinery to tissue pulsing
ALIVE in the sense blood has no dust...

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I used to believe that to fully be alive
You had to be on the edge 
On the verge
On the run
I thought the only authenticity
Came from breaking all the rules
The only way to be true to myself
Was to live beyond the law
I thought the only deals...

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Science deals with 
the made,
and not the maker;

with form
and not the planner--

really only finding out
what can be created
and not
who made it all possible;
far more inclined
to accept a what
than a someone. 

Science, the manipulation
of parts...but not the necessary 
internal eye
for the art of deeper creation--
deeper than...

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“It’s just a rough draft,”
he said with a laugh
but the joke is half epitaph.

I know I’ll regret it
this helping him edit
his thesis, this knife,
that will cut through my life.

Somehow, it’s become real
this part of the deal
where my dear Dr. Peter
will vamoose from our theater
where I’ve...

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Where silhouetted sentinels silently stand in vain
bleeding shades of layered shame on blight-lined highways below, 
their ghostly shadows remind us of dreams we dared to drain.   
  
Interred on unkempt plots, crumbling brick carcasses maintain
evidence we’re forced to see if the trails...

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