Best Garnering Poems

I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing...

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Look up to see a dome of black velvet
lavishly set with crystals of starlight.
And watch time confetti infinity,
unveiling trillions of lights to the night.

Mars and...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of...

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oh. dear. gawd.

another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing...

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Garnering complete elucidation
  within the untrammeled confines
      of several exceptional poetic lines
       ...

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Voting day at long last has arrived.
Scrambling through closet,
a cavernous space in accumulation.
In the deepest darkest corner, 
purpose achieved, 
garnering my three by five inch...

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It was a magical time.  It was youth and exuberance; It was excitement and discovery; it was innocence. It is now just memory, ah,...

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As you peruse stacks of old photographs
sentimental tears guide your memories.
Drowning in a sea of yesterdays, you
serendipitously find mom's letters.
In your rush to grow up...

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BEING HUMAN


Benevolent but bedeviled by his demons
Eternally yearning for salvation yet
Intrinsically entangled in a web of self-delusion
Neither able to adopt the earth nor earn the...

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Let me explain the numbers I see
The first chart illustrates the five states that flipped
Notice how close the totals are
So, when folks dismiss the evidence...

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Tonight I write this here lullaby

Blissfully a sat watching the setting
sun disappearing over yonder field 

Whilst listening to the breeze
lean and creak the whistling tree's
astray

Waving...

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It is crop time in Beantown.
The people of the City have the seeds to plant.
Their best harvest is the orange that is yellow.
Jake Castle is...

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(prior to tha ode dee us political stink sans hillary rodham clinton, i scrawled out this poem. her likelihood to grasp to political mantle than...

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A pretty face that wears a smile or giggles on the phone
When sunlight glances through an open door
A robin that will sit and talk when...

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Families sacrifice savings, every petty frill
Praying a lucrative grade to mill
Seeking a bartered shill
Greedy coffers to fill
Hopes and dreams to rill
Nuggets of fine gold to...

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