Best Funneled Poems

Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner


Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but

The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind

A lost recipe for happiness but and he had no appetite for...

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So, it starts years ago, with protests in the streets
People allowed to lay on the road, block traffic
Then, start fires, attack police, as they’re told to stand down!
Criminals with 18+ offenses free to roam as they please
Thousands others were released from prisons by Obama
Illegal immigrants...

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A parched wind
still circles the dust devils
corralling them
in funneled fury.
The old rooster
atop the barn
squeaks
as the weather changes
as do the joints
in the old blue jeans.
Hard black coffee
bubbles on the stove,
her apron hangs
a memory
on the chair,
an old screen door
shudders,
slams shut,
an old dog curses
the dust.
Bowed heads watch
as he...

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I have been praying to God ever since I first understood the concept of a deity.  Although I have struggled through life with my acceptance of and belief in the religion I was force fed as a child, the praying has always stayed with...

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The morning calm has greeted me with sun
the stillness of the day enjoyed by one
a breeze begins to move as time has passed
a leaf begins to dance around the trees
a gust is formed to add into the cast
to introduce the bending of the elms
the grass...

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My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I become TransIt
if we ubiquitously cooperated
sharing coincident TransItions?

TransIt and Ego
play best...

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Looking down upon the deed I find
The questions circling in my mind
Was there some choice I overlooked?
Some option hid or worse forsook?
My brothers now behind me stand,
and we proclaim a merry band!
Yet it’s the blood-soaked ground behind
That seems to fill my heavy mind.
We sought to...

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Across the cracked concrete slabs,
past a fallen dogwoods left lying like so much litter;
at the red brick base of the courthouse, the jurors strode.

Through the doors too heavy for a mere woman to open unassisted;
and their constant societal reminder of place, of strength and weakness;
doors...

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Old man wind pulled back the ocean waters 
and funneled them into his watering can; 
sprinkled them across the state; 
over-watering every garden in sight.

A flood, six inches of water invaded my basement; 
a three inch wading hole in the street and 
a fortune in...

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In the heaven above
The sky was packed
With too much snow
So the angels thought of a solution
And aimed their snow blower
To a special spot
That cleared the snow from above

Slowly the snow funneled
Down to the earth

Then it became stormy
It was like that all day long

The wind blew...

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and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being 
   within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew 
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals 
  ...

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I sit there among the trees
Leafy recess an arbor breeze
Husky sounds breathe wheeze
Tremor of wind.

I sit and hike through the mind
My god is great sweet and kind
Slowly the gems of soul are mined
In eyes of blind.

I sit and chant my holy prayer
Lord in heart you...

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and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew 
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew 
common as...

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and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being 
within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew 
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals 
dipped ‘ere farewell flew 
common as...

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Imagine the force
And thrust and power
Of a tornado funneled and thunderous
A whipping icy shower
A destruction potential so wondrous
Yet imagine it does not break
It does not shred and it does not shake
But builds up and restores
That which is broken
That what is shattered
That what was battered 
By...

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