Best Dealt Out Poems

~Harridan in a Housecoat~
Four small children sent for care as their mother was taken so ill
No father could they reach for them so they were sent off at someone’s will
In the night taken from their beds, no word spoken, hearts full of dread
Taken to a...

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YES, inspired but not suited for the Contest



I was wondering, if one day
I would be
In a place that would 
Be good for me
A life full of riches and of fame
And everyone would know my name

So I went see a psychic
In our town
As I walked in
She...

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If his old hands could talk, my what a story they could tell.
The only life he's known, has been brutal, pages taken straight out of hell.
Yet you never heard a complaint he just took whatever life dealt out.
And during the hardest of times he never...

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Every man, woman and child really admires 
\The men and women fighting the bushfires 
Some deliberately lit, the worst of all sins 
The fires roar fiercely in the strong winds 
Hundreds of square miles have burnt to the ground 
Poor people watching their houses burning...

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Recycled

I have gone through many storms. 
Some I thought would capsize the boat, 
and drown both me, 
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of squall, 
I tried to be ready. 
As the storm approached I gathered all that I could, 
to make sure, we...

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Essondale, the Riverview

Was designed to be a place of mental wellness, a safe haven,
where hospital patients could sit under a tree and watch a raven

at play, never having to think of what the First Nations lost, 
nor just how much the toll, to their healing...

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Not enough? Am i not enough? I thought I was the one. You lied to me, yes indirectly but a 
lie is a lie the same. my heart aches with fear of uncertainty but knowledge is my game. It is 
the path I chose, I...

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COUSIN    JULIA


Cousin Julia came to tea
Sat aloof from our group of three
Wanted no cake, crumpet or cheese
Only weak tea, and black, please.

Tall and rather pinched in looks
With a pointed nose for looking in books
Never did her pale green eyes
Betray even the slightest...

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TEARS FOR MY BELOVED COUNTRY

How she now sits all alone
The city that was full of people
How she has become like a widow;
She who was populous among the nations!
How she who was a princess among the province
Has been put to a force labour!

She weeps profusely during...

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Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre

HENCE....herewith, 
a post (traumatic) 
stressed disordered poetic whim 
to summarize fantasy
incorrigible lottery dreamer
paradise visage and eyes 
zapping, swatting, and battling 
a bulge with dollar signs
whets imagination with 
Mega Million ticket bought

temptation for instant millions
human foible to reach 
for elusive pot...

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It does me good to see you suffer
Shatter like a porcelain doll
After all the lies, the hatred
I'm ready to get my full reward
Revenge
Without even lifting a finger
You reap what you sow
And you're about to find
You never dealt out compassion...

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I’ve reached the age where happiness
Is dealt out in small measure,
Where waking with no aches or pains
Is on rare morns a pleasure.

A joy to me of this year was
I had no big crises of health.
I had enough to pay my keep,
No major worries over wealth.

I...

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la beauté du chaos


when the ant farm is shaken---
when there’s a fire in the theatre
when there’s word of an epidemic
when there’s been a car accident
when there’s been a fight in the parking lot
when a plane has just crashed
when a storm hits
when the electricity goes out...

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Within the shaded dust accumulated annals
Layers of times past
And cobwebbed dim cold halls of a history 
Not always hide their secrets and mystery
As the echos of the past still resound
That haunts the minds of those who search
And it is found evidence in faded tattered documents
And...

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Sitting there posted
Looking down to the floor
Thinking bout the most and
How there is no more
It was all a waste and
So there will be no more
Stay where it stands
That's what it's there for
Manipulating demands
Wont be met no more
Couldn't do it first hand
Anyways . . . .so...

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