Best Fed Poems

On Nature's Beauty Soul Has Fed

Riverbank, watching waters flow
Living with aching pains in tow
Golden moon above shining down
Heaven above, its glowing gown
I ask, Lord what is left of me
Am I truly this fallen tree
Then heard is a clear booming shout
Open your eyes, look all about
Again...

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Born Of Ash, Under Fires That Fed False Olympic Gods

Born of ash, under fires that fed false Olympic gods
First, scrounging this earth, as dark-clad beasts
Blinded, heaven gazing, begging to be lightning rods
Creating hallow golden halls, to throw huge orgy feasts.

And Fate ordered, moaning echoes to...

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Her language drips with intelligence
The slow drizzle of innuendos
and proclamations from which
she speaks is like witnessing
stalagmites and stalagtites  
finally touching as if 
each syllable was measured 
by a drip
so edifying
And it's not just what she says
but how her lips catch the light
of a ...

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Fear
The venom that rains
Got you
Drowning
In the desert
And a spirit
Weak in brevity
Strong but unbelieving
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

Society cuts
Flying wings
As to drain
The courageous soul
Of its hope
And then
People die
Rich with power
Power they never used
That’s what fear fed on
Fear fed on you

I see plain pain
In...

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We are spoon-fed by touch divine,
transmuting body-mind,
orchestrated by God’s design,
for those with love aligned.

As such, without excuse,
it’s up to us to choose,
the flavour of our muse.

By bliss beats led ~
We are spoon-fed...

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Hooming in the near lorizon, 
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!

More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging,...

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When you called me on the phone,
I answered and said,
honey, we feel so all alone, 

It's so good to hear from you tonight,
the kids have all been fed,
but, I couldn't eat a bite,

I know we've had our ups and downs,
and our in betweens,
but honey please...

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warm orange fed fresh logs
soft shimmer silver tinsel...
merry christmas dear...

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Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its bounty
majestic Oaks rain
fruited missiles to ground:

thy treasure feeds life itself
creatures survive on thy seeds
winter hoards feed many
fruit of thy life.

Regal...

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Once a felon always a felon, right?
Once an addict always an addict, right?
At least an addict can make the choice to leave their drug of choice alone, turn their lives around and make something of themselves
Three strikes you’re out?
PSSSH! More like one!
What type of living...

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There once was a man named Ted,
That wished to see the crocs fed.
They lined on the shore,
Appetites galore-
Too late to feed ducks, instead!...

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I never go unshaven
My hair is well kempt
And I have a shower everyday
I always dress smart 
Ad look the part
But still
I never catch a girls eye
No matter how I try.

So why do I see scruffy slobish men
Out with pretty women
Everywhere I go
If I'm doing something...

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Limerick: Once a delicious hen fed on rice-sticks

  for Delysia Hendricks, with many, many thanks

Once a delicious hen fed on rice-sticks
Loved gorging herself on limericks
She pecked on a sweet line
It turned all alkaline
Now chicken’s served with acid on bricks.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, ...

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Wally Brummell, fed em on Crow, ...
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Wally some call him Zip (fed em black duck) (crow actually)Kakadu song man of Gulf town Karumba Australia

Stay alive in 55 and 56 said the roadside sign..
As the Ford Mercury whizzed by...

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Sewers possess a beauty all their own
belching gas you can hear them hiss and groan.

A maze that stretches for hundreds of miles
they remove our stench and leave us with smiles.

Such an efficient waste removal tube
if you don’t admire their worth, you're a rube.

They're the bowels...

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