Best Dike Poems

It’s too early to prite woetry.
Let me hay lere in my bed.
I hartied pardy. Woe is me.
Oh, my hounding pead!

My joughts are thumbled. My oh...

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Finger in the hole in the dike
Holding back vast volumes
Of raging emotions
Surely to sweep me away
I try some comforting
Favored music from my past
Grab a book
To...

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Autumn is at once symbolic of plenty, ripening, harvest, and abundance; and, at the same time, a symbol of letting go, decay, decline, old age,...

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When I was young my parents taught me…without ever telling me why
that whatever happens to me in life…boys aren’t supposed to cry.

For years I heeded...

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The torrential rains
Poured into September with a vengeance 
As the black clouds were driven in
By autumn winds,
Giving summer a sudden farewell. 
Crushing my fading petunias
As...

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He put his thumb in the dike
 hoping everyone would see
how brave and courageously he saved the day
 but in his lack of guilt
it was...

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You know, I thought changing one’s job would be easy,
To start a new vocation would be breezy.
I got me local newspaper, looking for a job...

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I scorn thee, Puberty!  Damn thee as well,
Thou abominable herder of shame,
Will thou findeth glee by my told sarspell?
I beseech thee of ineffable name,
Rendereth...

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Said baker Ted to baker Ned:
Ned, did you knead the dough?

"Dough, I did dot dead the dough"
Why not knead the dough, Ned?

"I didn't wad to...

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As I walk the dirty streets, I look into a crack head eyes,
            ...

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Eyes like the Aegean Sea, 
Burn with a passion for life.
Like underwater volcanoes that erupt and make the sea rage.
Poseidon striking the sea floor.

With the...

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this poem is my take on weary blues by langston hughes 
Langston hughes truly was a great poet and one of the best ever!

Bombilating a...

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ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football

Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax:...

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THE SECOND COMING OF AN  IMMACULATE MIS-CONCEPTION

I hear preachers claim that Jesus walks by my side
Alas, Jesus has also lasciviously lied
I can’t see Jesus...

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On a dark and stormy Winter night the air was full of yuletide idiocy, 
For Christmas was approaching with a greedy widening grin insidiously. 

Eggnog...

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