Best Fasted Poems

His deepest belief was in truth,
His greatest faith was in God,
He was selfless in his pursuit,
Millions followed where he trod!

He wore no crown, robes or...

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When I Consider Life

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through
 our living room window and passed...

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When I Consider Life Without You

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through  our living room...

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Are you sleeping?
Refreshing sleep, Master
Are your eyes open?
You know they are, Master
But you are not awake
Am not, I gasp?
You have fasted
Turned back on all desires,
And...

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When I was a boy I wanted to be Martin Luther King,
For his life sings of the strength of unconditional love,
Which can only come from...

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Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad...

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It all started a long time ago
on a journey our King did go
he went into the wilderness all alone
to be tempted by the enemy
but he...

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Feelings I always express,
But the outcome she suppress, 
Lies I employed to impress, 
Her clichés put me in distress, 
Lamented for hours,tears raped my eyes,...

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Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep...

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I kept searching for years when the answer I seek was so near. I kept looking for a profound  answer but found myself on...

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The days moved slowly, but did pass.
He had spent the last three dreaming
of his mentor Wakan Tanka.
Calling him from Han in darkness,
waiting for his sign...

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A Recipe  for Fame

One day I decided
to become famous for a time
my fame was secluded
to my friends and my world
and I soaked up my...

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Frank J. Paul

1866 - 1887

The first I was!
Into the first hole they put me.
Down the lane they carried me that day,
Tearfully singing the first dirge...

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~ We Need  A  Savior  ~ 
( Prose Poem  ) 
 

~O~


Sometimes when we think so much about tomorrow we get...

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Later that day, I fell upon my knees and prayed to God fervently,
“Lord God, with us, among us, I am ever grateful, and I am...

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