Best Got Lost In The Shuffle Poems

I fear most Church steeples are drowning in sin
And like Country Clubs, cater to folks acting part,
Way too holy for sinner, too blessed to be sick,
Always blaming the victim, God’s grace a lost art.

The rich are the only ones sure of God’s love!
Though it's faux...

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Call of the wild

We talkspeak and nothing much is 
said until a bright spore spot spawns
and gets a seed for sale—compliant
of brotherly love passions filler like dirty
socks in a hamper  forgotten   we keep in tepid touch
but do the “tweens” ever meet to
justify...

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Every state is a verse, and America is a poem. 

         Can we still seek a ray of hope in the middle of vast gloom?
          This burden of...

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The pressure and pain in each other's family of another friend that slips away and now
you find yourself in need of someone to talk too.  And in each family and every of the
thousand's that you thought was your friend is never the same. ...

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A wafting thunder down deep with lost fragments of heart
Ponderous and measuring, abandoned deep in the dark
Nourishment degraded decaying love forever lost
Damaged limb from limb life’s lonely bitter cost

Taken by chase, a dragon’s breath allure
Once innocent and sweet but no longer pure
Absent loyalty unseats, the...

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years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin

learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game 
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles...

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Curiosity sat next to the dead cat
While the horse wouldn’t be lead to water
A camel did cry looking through the needle eye
Henry the VIII had another daughter

A moss-less stone at a glass house was thrown
And the King thought he looked so cute
Then a little boy...

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Electioneering

Somewhere in the mind of America is the simmering consciousness of legislative morality… where the politicians and rhetoricians are more than magical magicians

I see you America, with your brains spinning and your eyes rolling
Fingers wagging in blame game naming and shaming

Hypocrisy is your middle name...

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You had been once a living bone, full of potential and motive,
But someplace alongside the manner, you forgot your really worth and worthiness,
Lost in the shuffle of existence's needs and distractions,
You unnoticed your own boom and self-discovery.

However now it is time to consider,
To rekindle the...

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WHERE WILL THE STORY END
WHAT ABOUT HER
LOST IN THE SHUFFLE 
AND THE WITCH HUNT ROARS
THE BOATS AREN'T FLOATING
THEY'RE SPEEDING
THEY'RE CHASING 
THE DISCO BALL IS FIRE RAGING
AND SHE'S LOST
AND NOT FORGOTTEN 
THE WIND NEVER STOPS 
AND I HEAR HER THERE...

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When a celebration feels like a business dinner...
When you judge not the sin, but condemn the sinner...
When silence is deafening...
When you wish for an ending...
When every word is laced with disinterested contemptuous ire...
When everything you say stokes an imminent cannon fire...
When you try to meet...

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Outcasts

Come; hear ye outcasts, 
Ye lost in the shuffle,
You are chosen among those fighting,
for rank in the scuffle. 
Your undying pursuit, though seemingly at a distance.
The unrelenting passion, fueling without resistance.

Come; hear ye rejected, 
Cut from the mold of a different kind,
Says the Master of...

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Pains of displeasure gnawing
At my insides
Screams of disappointments
Harmonizing with my outcries

Wrong turns and deceptive trust
My self-worth equality of zero
The currency says “In God We Trust”
Yearning for my designated hero

I am a broken vessel, lost in the shuffle
It is hard to stand where I could be...

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A lie is not a pretty thing,
It's ugly and corrupt.
It starts out small and minimal,
But grows and gets built up,

By things we say and things we do,
To get us out of trouble,
That came about by others things,
'Till all's lost in the shuffle,

Of stories told to...

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In the midst of mess and dust
Of knickknacks and trinket boxes turned to rust,
sat a small, dirty, bag,
dog-earred and worn; the sides beginning to sag.
Among its contents of pictures and cards,
Reminders of love and life, before it was hard.
In a wrinkled old envelope, plain as...

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