Best Fuel Poems

"Where do we poets go?”
I wish I could know
and trace a path of glory
which I admire in awe.
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The words I do follow
into them resides my soul flow
A journey of two lovers
of no full stops and commas.
No introduction made
the bond is intense
a connection of no pretense
oblivious of the first thread
of the weaved word.
No main body
could develop...

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Opening up 
with a moon smiling tonight
sparkling stars mingling with white clouds 
Searching for the soul's dream
stands a wonder before thee very eyes 
flaming hot vision

The one whom sparks electric
who will forever and always burn 
softly inside out 
a candle sweet aroma scenting blossoms 
whispering fragrance off beauty

Silver echoes deeply 
within precious silent 
soft humming...

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Last night I went on an amazing journey
I went past the milky way, I’m still in orbit
After the night we had, I can’t come down
Baby you rocked my entire soul
You made me complete and whole
I’m so glad you are in my life
I’m grateful that I’m your wife
Baby I can call you the rocket man
You are...

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Gas prices on the rise again? 
Folks don't know what to do? 
I've found a tiny solution, 
It's fuel made of doggie doo!

Several pints of canola oil, 
Perhaps an egg or two; 
Stir in a quart of bourbon, 
Add ammonia and borax too!

A touch of secret ingredients, 
I can't share more with you; 
Now just...

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The nation in question is a world largest oil exporter
It citizens is be deprived of what she has
Involuntarily long queues from night 
In petrol stations till dawn outside the same stations
Makes the danfo drivers angry and happy with price hike
Who will be sorry for the stranded commuters
Is it the profitless street sellers
Or the red hotted...

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STRONGER THAN A MULE, 
THE FUEL
THE STRANGER, THE FOOL AND EVERYTHING COOL
THE FUEL
THE NATION THE LOVE 
THE FUEL,
THE PAIN AND THE WILL TO CARRY THE GRUDGE
THE NUDGE
THE FUEL
SWEETENED SIP/SLUG, SWEETENED BREATH 
CLOSER TO A ROCK STAR DEATH
THE FUEL
SWILL AWAY
ALWAYS MORE TO SAY
WHEN YOU ARE ON THE FUEL
REGRET LIKE A KICK 
THE FUEL
THE ***** THE DICK
THE...

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Nerves hang out at the idle pump
Gas don't pump itself thinks Mr. Rich
While Bubba plants himself out front
Like an un-watered flower in the sun  
Picks his nose and spits tobacco
Scratches private parts at no extra charge
Snorts, “Talk is cheap.” “What-l-it-be boy.”

The idle rich don't speak hillbilly
The sun-glassed man points at premium 
A  finger...

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Ethan was determined to be the best,
to put to shame all other guitarists,
to rock the world in tight, leather pants,
touring like a God across the land.
So at thirteen years he learned three chords,
didn’t think he’d really need any more,
then went to play at the school talent show,
his ‘performance’ brought harsh laughter’s blow,
ghe first time he...

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Today will be yesterday
Today is somewhere tomorrow
Tomorrow is yet to come
Tomorrow a product of hope
Hope fuels the world
Hope's a point of view
View humanity as is
View reality of potential or potential of reality
Reality a product of perception
Reality just another perspective
Perspective requires ongoing adjustment
Perspective easily skewed and manipulated
Manipulated by subtlety
Manipulated in endless cycle
Cycle through alternatives
Cycle to right...

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Perfection duels
even cruel times
The fuel? Passion...

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Hidden kisses stolen under blankets 
Of apologies and innocence.
A smile that lights up so much more 
Than the room.
Eyes that give fuel to the stars,
So that we might stare up at them.
Holding hands.
Shivering but not from the cold.
With eyes closed as tight as our goodbye hugs.
It is in that moment that I realize. 
I love...

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'Bee' put on a bar-be-que for bringing up the past,
and of course he added drinking. Now the die was caste
for stories bringing laughter from dubious glory days,
when our oats were being sown while living single ways.

Naturally it wasn't long before the 'art of studery' had died,
and leaving all the juicy stamina that our minds provide
for...

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Love is the greatest motivator,
It can make a dying person feel well
again, or sad hearts feel as if they are on
the mend,

Love brings out the best in even the
most cynical of souls, it wages an endless
quest to make its captors happy,

It has no shame,
It will make its participants
mushy and sappy,

The fuel of love instigates wrath,
jealousy...

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How you burn the fuel
 of life-  As faint slow smoulder
Or raging bonfire?

20161030...

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...This rankled Ethan, deep down in his core,
his drummer just quit, but Ethan wanted more,
he pressed on touring, writing out new songs,
from catchy romps to grand epics, long.
Their next single climbed to thirty-three,
then the one after made it to fifteen,
they’re first album came out, Ethan was proud,
but the critics pounced, cried,’Sophmoric, loud!’
Some even proclaimed him...

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