Best Deviates Poems

Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.

THE GANGSTER

Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream
The gangster with a poetic heart dares to dream

A living testimony to deviates and lost souls.
Where seedy...

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I’m cursed since I have a specialty that I can see, 
X-ray vision is my power.
People often say one thing while doing another,
Preaching from their ivory tower.

“Man up!” we obeyed every command of our big English teacher, 
The biggest introvert.
And he’d wear a bright red...

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We read the stories every day,
A child snatched by a stranger.
He’s taken from his loving home
Where there should be no danger.

The devastated parents beg
For him to be returned.
Heartless abductors do not care.
Their frantic pleas are spurned.

He has been loved and nourished
For the whole of his...

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Sociocultural
Evolution
- by Bob Atkinson

here in the here and
now
well beyond that
date in time
beyond beginnings so
far back
as to look like
stones defined

by their
stratification
layers of that dust
of life
which settles into a
black void
and shoves us out of
life

here with a fond
reflection
we see what we've
become
our narrow minded
creases
of satisfied results

but satisfaction
deviates
from norms we...

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TRUE SELF
                            
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out...

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(Adventures In Geriatric Land)

Does your dentist have money for Porsche that you’ve lost?
Is the hair on your head now the color of frost?
Is the zip in your life only internet speed?
Do your savings accounts all too easily bleed?

Does your bladder evacuate slower than sound?
Do your...

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To relax your soul
Systematic systematic
Towards the road ahead
Rhythmatic Rhythmatic
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
She filters the ground
Pulsates pulsates
The combined realms
Deviates deviates
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Without a word she vomits
Congruous congruous
Tips her hat over
Sumptuous sumptuous
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
Harmonious crazy
Crazy
The fellowship of tires
Righteous righteous
Times alleviated system
Harmonious harmonious
Harmonious Crazy
Crazy
Harmonious Crazy
Crazy

To be without a standing
Lost upon...

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We're together in this, the fault is ours
withhold the explanation
we'll share the blame.
"Not in this life! my take is already on the billboard"

Now is the time to stick together
holding each other, sharing one umbrella
until this trying moment is over.
"No way! I'm definitely leaving the squad".

On...

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The art displayed by nature is a gift-
   sometimes not noticed in a passing glance.
To pause, look, and admire creates a shift
   as we observe this artwork- not by chance.

Yes, nature paints with its creative tools,
   those grand designs...

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Written on the:
(Biblical Calendar) 14th Day of the 7th Month, 5775
(Gregorian Calendar)  27th of September, 2015 

The archway with candles lit around it
Illuminating it's hollow beyond the mass grave
Of fallen bodies of men, women and children
Who lie peacefully in prominence. 

A widow sheds a...

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I see a Santa Fe upon its rail;
It deviates not to the left nor right, 
Nor hills, nor miles, nor weather can prevail
Upon its constant task come day or night. 
I see a Christian running the long race
Who never shirks the hard work to be...

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TRUE SELF
                            
Then silence strikes and the urge to sequence words pushes harder
Pushing me harder to plate out...

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The soul reaps its rewards
as it is compromised 
as tomorrow never dies.

A faded glory...

Souls linger on, in either heaven 
nor Hell only Purgatory. 

Futures are left undone, never won
histories are full of things never known 
as tomorrow flies. 

The reapers machine needs its price 
paid...

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Clock is
always working.
It lives every moment.
Doesn't waste even a second.
Live each second like clock,
enjoying each 
moment.

Clock is
thoughtless and calm.
Mind at the task in front.
While at work emulate the clock.
Employ all sense organs,
enjoy moment
in hand

Clock is
detached, serene.
It keeps ticking non-stop.
Nothing deviates it's focus.
It teaches we can...

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Bygone Days
Written: By Tom Wright
4/3/2007

Remember the slogan
 “Haskell is moving, are you pushing?

The railroad depot stands no more
In the spot it occupied for so long.
Instead in it’s space, a Homeland store,
But in my memory it doesn’t belong.

Just across the street a Janitorial supply
Where once was...

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