Best Disentangle Poems

Wake up and realize 
That you are too hard on yourself 
Do you know how many people 
make mistakes every day?
Do you know that they...

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The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation...

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Hush



Hush now my lover
Come rest your head upon my shoulder
Let my arms league bring you closer

Quiet now my love
Or your tears will shred to my...

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YOUR TOUCH

is a gift swelled inside my nape-
wrapped up in words of
love that suffice my desire
for you ignite my body’s fire

i tie myself snug with...

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So deep a love to feel
Your muse Cupid would wonder
When the golden chance you couldn’t steal
Preferring instead to explore gambits like a gander

Pushing a prevarication...

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So Edward Kamanzola was born on the Christmas Day
The year 1943 and this was declared a rare luck; 
And fortune was expected to trail his...

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life has somewhat
calmed down now that
I’ve bowed out from the rat race 
and officially finally retired

I’ve learned to disentangle myself
from the merciless mundane madness
I don’t...

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Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh...

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A boggy wheat? Smell of the feet. And a festival fist of a differential calculus of praenomen poppies. Swaying in a misted setting. One should...

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The september I met him remains etched in my mind
I sat in class awaiting explanation that never came
One by one minutes rolling by ever so...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship...

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She wakes each morning with one obsessed thought
repeating over and again in her weak, tortured mind
Those who don’t believe her *must* be found and fought
because...

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Living within a matrix society where one percent of it's children gather..
Ninety plus perhaps, of this lands wealth ? Again, the paradox fiery trials
Attached unto...

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They flow,
Insipid and slow,
Like infinite moments
of wistful longing.
Like clasped fingers
that disentangle 
at Bon-voyage.
Like old sand-glass
That fails to catch
irrevocable times.
They merge
Once in a while,
In a moment...

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I need you, 
my words echo in the distance,
into an abyss of darkness-
Your eyes sparkled and I spoke with my fingers.
Your touch, it held me......

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