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Best Foursquare Poems


Ode To a Traffic Cone
Oh noble cone, knight fluorescent.
Rooted, proud and irridescent
Soldier, friend, stalwart defender,
Stood firm betwixt chaos and fender. 
Your pedestal, foursquare foundation. Beacon bold stood at your station.

The wizard's hat sent to protect. Calm, aloof and circumspect.
A cone, a clone, in columns prudent. The holy grail of...

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Categories: foursquare, fun, giggle, humorous, life,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Notes On Sister Aimee
Ah the cake before the icing!!!!!! 

Notes:

Aimee Semple McPherson (October 9, 1890 – September 27, 1944), also known as Sister Aimee, was a Canadian born in Salford, Ontario. She was a Los Angeles–based evangelist and media celebrity in the 1920s and 1930s.She founded the Foursquare...

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Categories: foursquare, angel, mother, religious, romantic,
Form: Light Verse
I'Ve Never Met the Tooth Fairy
"I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY"


it was the city of La Puente and I was in kindergarten. 
I was nothing significant. 
I was just another kid fighting in the sand box. 
while the kids played foursquare, swung on the swings or rode the silver tricycles...

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Categories: foursquare, candy, deep, fairy, kindergarten,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Now Donald Trump Must Be Permanently Barred and Furloughed From Hoar Re: Whitehouse - Part I
I ham aghast at increasing unpopularity
witnessed by Donald trump
hence aye aerate thoughts,
how ass nine his banal, demoniacal, fanatical, and hurtful
culling frightening insight,
where portentous Portuguese Man 'o War debacle
doth crowdsource, flickr, and indeed long foster 
plenti full over active imagination
to induce writhing expressions of fear
in direct...

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Categories: foursquare, crush, evil, hate, pain,
Form: Political Verse
First Contact
I was a freshman at wellington and wise 
when a sure footed poet pulled out her knife 
 
my head was split open and locks spread foursquare 
my flesh cut to servings and tongue sliced de jour  
 
the high poetess then clawed out...

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Categories: foursquare, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Holy Cow, Oven Nation Gone Fowl Two Cluck
they would dice many a chive
   by management me from da dive
apartments in hatfield in close proximity 
   to the bloody sorry fate 
   oof a von nee gutt 
   thar slaughter house five.

mine eyes saw gore...

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Categories: foursquare, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Elegiac Lyric



Up Up the Fly Away Wig Doth Go Revisited and Revised April 19th, 2023
Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic
warming me body electric
courtesy an outsize 
warm brimful coffee mug
I savor and slowly chug.

Toupee piece blew off me...

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Categories: foursquare, absence, adventure, april, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
My Spiritual Expeditions
Forty-Five years ago, it was, then
I held my Bible, as a close friend
Yelled loudly and thumped my finger
If you don’t believe like me; a sinner
In my self righteous indignation
Looked upon folks as heathen

However, I’ve mellowed ~ now
And it took time to not publicly bow
Hoping they’d...

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Categories: foursquare, spiritual,
Form: Couplet
What If
what if I
didn’t matter-
would you 
think about me 
not here-
or if I
didn’t exist-
ever never,
would you 
shed a tear
what if I were
a mess-
would you
comb my hair
or if we
were in love-
would you
whisper in
my ear
what if I
were hurt-
would you 
say a prayer
or if I didn’t 
come home-
would that
give...

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Categories: foursquare, humorous, life,
Form: Rhyme
Jumble Sales
Jumble Sales

 Arts littered to granite threshold,
 Hungred fellow with trapezium limbs,
 Foursquare abstractive cupboard head,
 In a thought out state of presence,
 Designer fingers crawling over pots and bowls
 Of serpents swallowing man head first, into sack
 stomachs,
 Static snails speeding on a space...

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Categories: foursquare, work
Form: Rhyme
Archie Bunker At the Pearly Gates
Archie Bunker at the Pearly Gates

By Elton Camp

Archie almost died at the loading dock
The experience, to him, quite a shock
“If the crate hadn’t missed, I’d be dead”
The scary thought ran through his head

That night he had a most troubling dream
Because completely real to him it...

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Categories: foursquare, funny
Form: Rhyme
Rhythm of the Sand Pine
Rhythm of the Sand Pine

Lazily waving in the brisk morning air;
Tranquility of a sylvan setting so strikingly rare.
Flailing her arms like the great timberland bear;
This venerable statesman which none can compare.

A mighty conifer standing in the woodland foursquare,
As mysterious and perplexing as the elusive sea...

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Categories: foursquare, feelings, peace, symbolism, tribute,
Form: Monorhyme
When the Sun Was Gone
She thought I loved her for the texture of her hair 
Yes, but I also loved her for her flair 
We thought that our love will always float in the air 
We were sure, and for this we stood foursquare 
She thought I loved her...

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Categories: foursquare, for her,
Form: Free verse
The Howling Wintry Wind
Cold air whistles acquainting
me with Arctic Blast, when
roundly forcing acquiescing
into half foursquare corner, activating
most recent spate of

     ideal linkedin warm weather
ah...,my favorite sweet
     spot for read ding
partially secluded from
     gossip mongers addicting

fellow nosy...

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Categories: foursquare, change, creation, earth, health,
Form: Free verse
Donald Trump Must Be Permanently Barred and Furloughed Today
FROM WHITE HOUSE

I ham aghast at increasing banality, deviltry, ferocity,

   imbecility, liability, obscenity, rapacity, ugly

   offal popularity witnessed by Donald trump

hence aye aerate thoughts, 

   how ass a nine his banal, demoniacal, 

   egomaniacal, fanatical, guttural, and...

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Categories: foursquare, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Cowboy Poetry

Book: Reflection on the Important Things