Best End Product Poems

Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that Christmas of 1954.

Dad had joined the army that year and we  moved from the...

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You Are Who You Are
(Dedicated to all students in Brunei)

You are who you are- a unique creature.
All men are your brothers but you’re different and rare.
None that came before, none that lives today,
nor one that lives tomorrow would ever be like you.

You are a unique...

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When I was called little brother, 
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.

What about the Grey?

Only a few would about the grey; 
Enquire.
Even fewer, 
Perhaps none
Would even begin to aspire,

Is grey the divider?

What is a...

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Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification 
   not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year
question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, 
   gnome hatter clucks fie against industry where 
when thanksgiving gobbledygook brouhaha 
 ...

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We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will 
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies ego

How then do we look then at the breakers
We look...

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THE BASTARD

Oh! Poor bastard!
The end product of
flirtation
Shamefully brought
to the world
By his slutty mother
A dog she is 
Caressed by that
dog-Nature
Father
In an ungodly manner

Oh! Poor bastard
Living a life of
shame
Of not knowing his 
Father
So unlucky he is
Never having to know
the 
Love of his parents
So unlucky he is

Oh! Poor...

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POEM: I GROW WHERE I'M PLANTED.

BY SIMEON A.D. PANGU

Though I write rhyme 
But I can't sing,
It not a limitation neither a crime,
I do it with pleasure for the joy it bring,

I can't paint neither draw,
Yet the beauty of it I always adore,
I love water yet...

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Smelly Stuff Absorbed 

There are many words for those excrements that appear on the fabric in
incremental solid and deliquescent motions because ingestion fulfils that
autonomous need to shed ablutions but here I declare ‘Waste not Want not’

Whatever notion ‘**** happens’ frivolously or weighing heavy on one’s...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet genesis of American November tradition 
pronouncing Meleagris gallopavo domestico
sacrificial bird...

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The missus unflagging crocheting efforts as Betsy Ross incarnate

With needle in hand incorporating love
in every single crochet stitch
that's my wife
tad more'n a quarter century ago
then newlywed to yours truly
slowly, magically but inexorably
transforming skein of yarn
into requested end product
of her tastefully done choice.

Eventual inchoate objective
will become...

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Can You Can a Comment

There are only certain things that are allowed
To happen all by yourself or in a big crowd
Like poems I have been writing as of late
On them having the power to concentrate.

What will end product of poem be for me
How it is...

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I mean was Darwin thinking when he wrote this theory
When I studied Psychology and read this I said O’ dear me
Only the strong shall survive was his point
I think on this subject his jaw was out of joint
Observing two similar birds with different beaks
Saying that’s...

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Oh unity,an opinion pescribed by love
The bond of cordial relationship
The boat saddled on the ocean of love
That moves on intensely like a ship

It grows on focusly like an hibiscus flower
It fruits are nourishing like sindey
It is reliable to be set on as a pillar
Let government...

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Solid lines of no solidarity;
scribbling at paper with an inkless pen.
Brain-check, 
flash-back; 
to a time when rhyme meant decent lines
in due time.
And now I’m stuck with this darn inkless pen;
scribbling for weeks on a blank sheet of paper.
Scribbling for weeks and the end-product is this;
at...

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It’s on the brink
The result is on the brink

The outcome will be announced
The result will be pronounced 

For everything done 
There's always fun

So don't panic for whatever will be the effect!
Don’t be disappointed by the end product!

Of whatever test you already given
Experienced gained and so...

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