Best Fewer Poems

IF POETS RULED THE WORLD

If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and... 
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents...

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‘neath the halo of a full moon
Wind Talker gives music to the night
flute carved from a fallen tree
 
he plays to the dwindling forest
trees that...

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to all who know and love,
      and who may not know at all,
i have told tales of adoring loss
and romance...

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There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light,
amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright. 
There were no misleading traffic signals,
halting...

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Loneliness is a graveyard haunted by old ghosts,
empty memories, and unfulfilled dreams:
             ...

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I am a word, a simple scribble - ink arranged on empty page;
I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's pulpit, or the actor's stage.
I'm sprayed...

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I am a word, a simple scribble - 
ink arranged on empty page;
I'm voiced with passion from a preacher's 
pulpit, or the actor's stage.
 ...

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For Mothers Who Have Passed 

For mothers who've been passed some years,
you may have gone but love remains.
At fewer times do we shed tears
for mothers...

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It's easier to tear things down
than it is to build
Fewer every day have love
many more are killed

Some would rather look away
than to lend a hand
when...

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Life is but a winding road
Filled with faces along the way
Coming in and out of your life
Coloring your every day

Yet most spend just a moment
A...

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Sookie said (as she stood at the tee),

"Though this golfing is boring to me,

Its odds can't be beat.

Of golfers I meet,

for each woman, the males...

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You flit around the marshes and in places warm and wet.
as a beetle you’re about as bright as any bug can get!

You have a tiny...

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MY CLOUD by JOHN G. LAWLESS


I don’t remember asking…..			
yet I am still hearing a babbling brook
of mindless chatter rolling pebbles
through my ears and across my...

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There once came a day
when the world took flight
('twas only a handful
who gaped at the sight)
For when she spread her wings
so few could believe;
and fewer...

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Into the air I used to lift,
and with the clouds or stars I’d drift. . . 
another place, another day. 
My flying dreams have flown...

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