Best Force Out Poems

You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.

My hands of your...

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Dragon took his penguins aloft to view the eclipse on that fine day.
They were careful to use the special viewing glasses as their mainstay.
The penguins were so excited and Dragon was always eager to please.
But he had to do it right, no matter whatever the...

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Years and years have been lost to time, thousands of days,
 nights, and morrows seen and despised out of immense ache,
The Juliet of my early youth is no more, transformed into a
stranger, yet my love dies not! Though I plead and beg for
her to recall...

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A long those dark, dank corridors underneath the earth, an anomaly is growing.

N ebulous in it's beginnings, an as yet unknown species prepares to arise
E longated in it's skeletal structure, slight and slender, they slither about
W ily in nature, these unique elusive creatures are prone...

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A practical man with a talent for wood
viewed each morning as an omen for good
He tilled the land wisely 
and preached the goodness of God
but as each day passed there was much to portend
his land had grown evil and God was displeased
one day God called...

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Noah and the Flood  4-3-14

A practical man with a talent for wood
 viewed each morning as an omen for good
He tilled the land wisely 
and preached the goodness of God
but as each day passed there was much to portend
his land had grown evil and...

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(With apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer, author of "Casey at the Bat".)

The Mudville nine and Casey have their chance for sweet revenge;
They play today in Dirtburg, their misfortune to avenge.
Two mighty Casey homers have us leading, five to four.
The bottom of the ninth arrives: three...

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Squeezed in the middle
Toothpaste force out of tubing
Awaits the toothbrush...

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No baby smiles on birth
Once tender
In a beautiful
World

all was peaceful 

Water running from
Her body to keep
The tender alive

Day  by day 

The tender grow
With no stress 

Oh The tender feed
From her body
What ever so come

there was 
No hunger 
Neither anger
There was enough 

Oh there was...

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Venice, Italy, is a crazy shamozzle of new and old 
Where junk, graffiti, decay, stunning beauty, 
     history and culture poverty and opulence, all reside side by side, bobbing. 
Water dominates the landscape, canals and waterways replace all the roads
Everything is...

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The snatcher of a growing childhood
converting adolescent innocence to adult desperation
now wears trending covering of power and glamour
with mind blowing colours fading away from one wash
coming from a shredded past is this trapped thunder
having an attitude felt in different temperatures
and character molded by a thousand...

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"Brothers In Arms"

Brothers in Arms are many things

Brothers in Arms are maybe but also
Not what you think

Brothers in Arms are many things

Brothers in Arms are maybe but also
Exactly what you think

Brothers in Arms are many things

Brothers in Arms are Babies, Children, & Men
Sons of Mothers,...

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Your going to write poetry
do so with your soul.
Take a deep breadth.
Breathe out the words as a whole

Your inner self will be revealed
more than you can guess.
Write as it enters your mind
or it will be lost.

Don't strive to be a Tennyson
or Wordsworth and such.
Look around...

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There is a minority force out there
one of evil and intent
disguised by enchantment and empathy,
within surging tides of coercion
steers one’s ever defiling poetry
of the predator,
those that crave to share one’s shadow
and constantly demand on return
a challenge to please one.
Yet
with words created in a 
cynical brief...

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The accursed are brave in this place, 
where fear cannot arrest them. 
As for me, I stand exposed 
to the withering darkness that beats me down. 

In these darkened hollows
prayers to God are still offered 
within the diocese of this battered mind. 

And stripped of...

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