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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The Universe is a machine.
It's a machine that creates.
It has the raw materials in the elements.
It has energy sources in the stars and it has...

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Once again my tears have fallen.
But not for someone else.
They fall silently and inward
Only for myself.

It’s ok this time 
That my tears are for me.
I...

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