Best Foresaw Poems

The muses all march to their own rhythmic drum
Or saunter or scamper in their favored time
The poems will come when they come, when they come

Blank paper on desk, pen on finger and thumb
The poet sits poised to inscribe thoughts sublime
The muses all march to their...

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BEGINNINGS

The WORD was there before the dawn of time
the Trinity communed in sacred tongue
with sounds unheard, unspeakable, sublime
they uttered words of their unending Love.
With power in God's WORD the world was formed
and from His mouth the universe was placed
His voice so strong, like clapping thunderstorms
God's...

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On December the twenty eight in the year eighteen ninety
Major Samuel Whitside was on patrol, with the seventh cavalry
When they sighted a party of Indians from the Lakota nation
And told them they'd be escorted to Pine Ridge Reservation.

The next day they arrived at the creek,...

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JUDY…
Judy was a German Shepherd from my newborn days
I’ve seen some pictures, black and white; she had a friendly gaze
I wish I could remember her as I sit here and write
Alas I just have photographs, but somehow, that’s alright

LUCKY…
Now Lucky, I remember well, from when...

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Isis stole my son.
My hand was clasped, tight, I swear
Our fingers entwined, as he tugged me, eagerly, around the fair

From the ducks, to the teacups, his smile was mine alone
We were two, hand in hand, tone within tone.

A plane, it juttered, just above his sweet...

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Am lost a wondering wing, should have settled on some greenish fig
 pains are tormenting stings, don't know what morrow brings

I cough out a little tougher, but non seen to  hear
In this wondering world I falter but non feel my fear

I was sent to...

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Continuation from previous poem

We reached the footer of a castle steep,
Seven times by walls encircled very tall,
Defended by a river hard to leap.

We overpassed it as hard ground at all;
Through seven doors I entered with these wise:
We reached a fresh green lawn nice to enthrall.

There...

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Our religion forbids all 
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to 
indulge in that harmful 
enterprise
But no one can claim that 
gambling is at all wise

To more has gambling 
brought much misery 
and misfortune
Trying your luck that 
way brings bad luck to 
this money goon!...

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Mama you never told me,
Neither dad nor you aunt,
I was shocked mama,
How was I to know?
You never told me.

 I never knew that love can be fake,
I know the pain, so I can tell,
Just imagine, fake love,
Fake smiles, fake kisses, fake happy moods,
I guess you...

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They suggested that I was just a toddler moving fast.
As they wine and dined, I heard all of them say
She will be sent to the best schools.
I was only three.

The living room was elegant.
Expensive furniture and beautiful walls of wallpaper with silk drapes were the...

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When I was a boy of three,
My sister much older than me
Raced me to the teen-age stage
Where we seemed about the same age.

We knew that folks of thirty
Were way over the hill
And their greatest thrill
Was to sit back and relax
While teen-agers furnished them facts.

But when...

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My daughter was 9 yrs old when my wife and I first separated.  I tried to get custody; was 
granted joint custody, but the children would physically remain living with their mother.
My career took me to New Jersey.  My ex took the children...

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I’m scared you’d make me happy
that you’d make me smile at the thought.
That when I’m around you, you’d make me laugh 
so hard that I’d forget all that’s wrong with the world.
That maybe, just maybe you love to see me joyful 
you love to see...

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Before the world was
made to suffer for
the mismanagement
of people’s assets
by corrupt bankers

there were small groups
of wise men who
simply looked and
foresaw the truth.

They got rich
We got screwed
Banks got off

The Big
Short of

It!

Written Jan. 2016 for the Favorite Movie Contest
of Nayda Ivette Negron...

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When the sky is full of blood
purple rain will fall on the faces he foresaw
when he sang shrill and wailed on guitar
as nobody had ever done before.
Hearts will bruise the pain of being
with each insistent beat, 
feeding nerve endings, bone deep,
blood forming fists like buds...

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