Best Fore(A) Poems

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Horizons blush
at the sound of your whisper
Rose petal pink
as the day soon is done

Tempting your lips
that I long to be kissing
Holding you close
‘fore a slow setting sun

Feeling your fingers
so gently upon me
Teasing my flesh
with the look in your eyes

Finding my dream
every moment you’re near me
Falling...

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Thorns about the snow 

Cantilever tombstones
Gathered in a row
Broken bits of someone else’s deed

Weeds are overgrown 
Thorns about the snow
Endless come the struggles as you bleed

Ravens are amassing
High above the trees
Searching for remaining shards of bone

Circling intruders
Cutting through the breeze
Waiting as your sins you now...

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I’m on my way, I’ve got to go
(the reasons why you’ll never know),
whisked away in winter’s winds, your sleeping sighs remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me.

Well, I’ve often made my way
within the dark before...

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From thee over-ewesed too letter word 'up' wee get a lot of mileage.
It has moor meanings than any other word inn thee English language.
Without reelizing it wee weave it intwo hour daily conversashuns,
Oratshuns, knowtashuns, quotashuns, summashuns and exhortashuns!

Wee pier 'up' at thee sky butt it...

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In chaos the monster would rest,
Like a cowbird in its own nest,
For his grim voice he has lost,
This and all fore a huge cost.
A never-ending road to loss, 
And yet it’s at a stone’s toss.
But who silenced the monster?
Who would suppress this creature?
Was it you?...

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Bobby and Dot, are playing well together today.
Without stomping and hiding 
till the other swells and mommy realizes, she has to break 
up a rumble, they’re fighting, cage ready display.
What’s going on Bobby and Dot?
Mommy then stops, and she spots chunks of ceramics. THE VASE.
So...

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You have heard of tales 'bout giant white whales
And squids with arms longer than oars
But there's just no fright, like the site, in the night
Of the ship named the Adrian Dorr

The tale as it goes, whether true, no one knows
When a Mate catches site of...

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While temperature soars to high degrees,
there’s still a group of people waiting;
trying to get into the afternoon show,
a theatrical play deemed with recognition. 

For me it’s a common thing to think about it,
when one has to be there for a good reason;
bringing to the fore...

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A Plot in The Wise 

Everybody knows that life is a plot
You create every memory in the making
A riveting tale of adventure with a stint of risk
A Plot in the Wise one would say
Bringing to the fore a web of sophistication
We are all part of...

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Only
For my deliverance soulfully
           Do I solemnly wait
That someday maybe
   I too, may ascend
The Pearly Gates'
             Of the Lord
How much long...

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 YOUR LOVE 
To have your love would be divine
fore a lifetime of happiness would be mine.

By Arthur James
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We are the children of the rim
Where white gulls over blue Atlantic sing
Interruptions that memories skim
Across the face of altered maps for wing
One feather to lift us again, high
Empire in shambles in the callous flow
Of sands. We demand without lie
A stake in this economy that...

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From deep observation I saw
In growing plants and bedding seeds 
A strange manifest of nature's law
That leaves come 'fore a root proceeds

In animals a stem of cells
Upon which the brain comes to rest
Deep in the dark embryo dwells
And somewhere there the heart will rest

And since...

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Vibrations under my foot, the magnetics takes course in my upper body, my mind shrivels thoughts, my third eye activated, before me a Sotho voice electrocutes my attention

From my mothers side a palm appears, another from my father's side, I lay my sacred eye on...

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Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome,
bursts on the edges of the atmosphere.
Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones,
fore a chance never truly appears.
A velleity is made at her shooting tomb,
deities will not honor this wish I fear.
Her diary, her historical tome,
inferno makes disappear.
She was...

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