Best Earns Poems

He swings his arms and strides ahead
     She walks three steps behind

The center of the universe
     Cares not what’s on her mind

The bacon? Oh, he brings it home
     Though she works longer hours

He...

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Polly Wally waddles all day 
She's running for office in LA 
She wastes time doodling 
Enjoys a daily noodling 
But she never earns her pay 

Polly Wally was once quite a looker 
before politics she worked as a hooker 
now she dresses with power 
doesn't...

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Since the elders often proclaim, my how time flies, 
You then naturally look up into the skies.
To study the heavens for at least one small sign,
From the horizon up to the tallest tree line.

Then suddenly, a flock of birds flitters about,
So you believe that you...

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Deemed significant culturally,
a fantastic and old comedy
is this film I love,
which is the tale of
a weatherman played by Bill Murray.

This weatherman Phil has been sent
to cover the groundhog event.
He’s so hard to please,
and that’s because he’s
an arrogant cynical gent.

There’s a blizzard and Phil’s forced to...

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Terrifying tumultuous tremendous traumatic transaction
Horror in the towering splashes of ocean in howl
The vigilant lighthouse pounded by the surfs of annihilation
The huge and awful sea right now is on the untamed prowl

The shivering cold wind around the angry eyes of the hurricane
Has ruthlessly dispersed the...

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Another Gold

Far from profit’s crass allure,
At a place somewhat obscure,
A poet sweeps his shepherd’s lyre;
He sings of gold, of heaven’s fire.
No. not of gold that Midas stores
Behind fast-bolted treasury doors
But of gold, that, eve and dawn,
Touches sheaves of ripened corn.

More emeralds than all wealth can...

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Where were you so long ago?
All those eons before a tot.
In some distant god’s château? 
No. Not there. You were not.

On a shelf of surplus stock,
A soul dressed up in heavenly frock.
Perhaps a spirit not yet wrought,
No. Not there. You were not.

Then began your book...

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Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that...

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Do not seek or chose to find,
correction in another’s mind;

When at the heart of all, we know;
enlightenment comes from what we sow.

To criticize or correct ourselves is for the best
since others seldom can surmise the simplest jest.

In deference to said life so roughly hewn
‘tis the...

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We are not the same… no shame
 I love her golden grains and game;
Her name and game flows like fame
And her pens and poems you cannot tame

We are from different races… reality
Yet I crave her colors and creativity
Every time I soar to her sights and...

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Suspended with roses, a garter and courage.
Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze.
Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice —
the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze.

Brunette hair and outfit bound with pearls and lace.
High with Magellanic clouds, marvelous outlander of earth.
Slender fingers wrapped around the...

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Who cares about the heights of mountains?
Who dares to scale their lofty fountains?
For it's not their altitude that truly matters,
But the awe and wonder their presence scatters.

Who cares about the hue of rocks,
Without the sun's light that unlocks?
For it's the vibrant glow they reflect,
That reveals...

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We are not the same, not naked… no shame
 We tend the golden grains… our game; 
My Eve’s name and game flows like fame
And her pens and pleasures you cannot tame

We are from different races… reality
Yet I crave her colors and creativity
 We stroll without...

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life is full of treasures
sitting looking out at the courtyard
she is not comely
but has the most precious smile
it radiates in the brightest sunny day
her little wave of the hand
acknowledging my existence
as she passes on the walk
in tandem is her cat
i love watching them react to...

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Written: September 330, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest

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A brown ribbon-like road with a blue sky.
A jungle of green, with the sky...

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