Best Defuse Poems

You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two

As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of...

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Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.

If you do don't you ever stop. 

If the ticking...

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RANSOM NOTE

A stark white note left on the front door,
Bright red droplets of blood on the floor,
Dear God, let my niece and child be alive,
Please, please let them survive!	
I am told do not to call in the police,	
Lest they take revenge and their patience cease,
But...

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My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!

Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie...

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En France, les demineurs
still search the fields
removing shells, 
grenades and bombs
of two World Wars

Would that we had the same 
for affairs of the human heart
to defuse munitions lurking
under a landscape of civility
I’ll forgive but canna’ forget

A dangerous occupation
more than six hundred have died
removing millions of...

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Once, when no star shined
on slick, black, asphalt roads,
the murky wetness of November's 
watered nights a freedom-feeling 
and strangeness-sense inspired.

The moisture lubricated
sluggish mental cogs that
all the dirty, dry, autumnal 
season rusted tight and atrophied.
Wildness no man can tell I knew then.

All November's labored length
my nightly...

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The decisions of youth define our lives
The actions we take effects us forever,
And keeps us living on this tight tether.

Through the actions of our youthful days
It will define how we live in our older days
And through the misty haze of life
We struggle and fight to...

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If you are angry with me 
Or with anyone or everyone
For some (in-)explicable reasons, 
Then, this poem is meant for you!

My basic hypothesis: 
In a moment of anger
There will be choice—almost always.
Choose the best.
A taxonomy of anger: geriatric, gender-specific, 
Gender-neutral, matured (or immature), kid stuff,...

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True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker

Before becoming a soldier in World War I

Known to police in New York City for robbery

The army wanted his skills against the Huns

Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw

In the trenches around the front lines

And also...

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(Emerald Green )



Those are a god given gift 
that you sure know how to use
They know just how to defuse
Any kind of mood
You give a kiss of gold
With just a look
I'm sold
Eyes of emerald green I've seen
They look like they come from deep a dream
You...

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Work starts the flow
As action tells
The finds that show
As fruit compels.


Start with ideas
That come to you
To live bold cheer
In acts that cue.


Go on to strive
With plan that works
To fashion life
In fling and jerk.


Be without fear
For joy lives here
To help you steer
What voice endears.


Yes fate decrees
Your...

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Could we be doing our best
to invest in Earth's cooperative health markets?
While you sell our most competitive killing machines
to our Saudi Arabian cousins.

Referencing this touchstone as an ecopolitical WinWin,
unlike Parisian multicultural investments in climate health,
as LoseLose,
remains upside down of any truly love-life frame.

Ballistic sales and...

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As I watch the evening news
there’s nothing but disturbing views;
pandemic’s rage beyond control,
and crime which law cannot defuse.

Our cities burn as riots dole
their spiteful hate which robs one’s soul
of future hopes and self-esteem,
and leave us feeling less than whole.

I close my eyes and start to...

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Oh, my dear muse, why must you 
bruise,
my heart like bad art while we’re on 
a cruise.
We fuss and fight, get out of my sight; 
you lose.
You’re wrong, you wore a thong, it’s 
big news!
It’s a shame, you are so lame, I got 
the blues.
Oh,...

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(What Susie Did)




My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!

Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a...

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