Best Girt Poems

Sarina bought a hula-hula skirt
Was so long it swept up the garden dirt 
When she mowed the lawn
Her hula was shorn 
Now poor Sarina is...

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MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND


Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart,
And so instead of a man I've fallen in love,
it is in the...

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Ta pime yaah ta pime yaah bam
Rata tata rata tata bam
Ta pime yaah ta pimi yaah bam
Tears drip from the face of the weeping drum....

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Here they are standing aloof on the backside of town
Here they are sitting on the bare, stricken ground
with strange smells filtering all around.

Smells that fill...

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Who am I, one person in so many,
That God hears me when I call?
So many billions
Still, He hears one voice
Out of them all.
Sea of soul,...

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FOR THE NEW TORCH BEARERS
		    (APROPOS MLK: 2)

I have voyaged over many tempestuous oceans and seas;
I have been pursued in woods by...

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I was up on deck of the USS Arizona doing the morning chores, 
When another plane came along, so I just passed it by, gores,...

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how hard to see the border
when surrounded by water
a land that is girt by sea

in fear they come
avoiding a gun
that says to here you can’t...

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Deep in the woods of central Maine, 
Schoodic Lake lies placid and pristine,
Its limpid, pure waters lapping against 
Shores of boulders crowned with cedars,
Whose grey,...

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Dawn draws her line along mother earths face
And she turns to bask in her lovers light
And so Dawn comes in turn to every place
She brings...

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Old and new
Dust and dawn
Stars and light

A force not to change.
A pasting of the times.
A guide of the hours.

These only seem to grasp the beauty...

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Dear love, you are a snow-girt swan who glides
    Along the pearly traces of a lake
For in your breast, unearthly grace resides:
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POEM 29 MY LOVE 


I THINK OF THE TIME WE LAUGHED, 

CRIED, PRAYED & BE HAPPY TOGETHER.



I WENT TO DANCE FOR TO ROMANCE A 

POETRY...

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Tired, exhausted working 2, 3 sometimes 4 jobs 
 Is what mama had to do to keep a roof over our heads 
Raised by brothers...

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The American Library Association
      implores cognoscenti tubby alert
impersonators, who
     call themselves Ernie and Bert

  ...

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