Best Hectare Poems

It All Started With A Parade

All walks of people crowding the streets 
Like moving vessels of a mighty fleet. 
Jolly Diana, a wake-up call at...

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Smoking is banned in public places
God designed us to breathe fresh air
Evolution says the strongest will win
The circle of life with forests, we share.

But we...

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Nor here nor there
people square get
hectare answers....

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-Once upon a time II-

In a separate realm
Where cloud rains
Where dreams 
Are dream
And due
To come true,
Where lives and lots
Are valued
Where chattels 
And acreage
Are own
Love, fuddle,
Pamper,...

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All dressed in matching shirts, belt buckles and ties,
The big black boots made from leather,
And their pride and joy, sitting upon their head,
With the biggest...

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HOW ROOD
They took a cart with four wheels scootered by me just to almost hit my foot they 
tried to run between the bus stop...

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within the under belly of
this hob bull ling Leviathan beast
induced roaring hungry soundcloud issued
within abdominal folds
finding they in creased

never diminishing, matter
whether I turn north, south,...

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The Path To Least Resistance - 
By: Sue S. Side

Amp pull ease just sparked insight,
I suddenly became aware,
(actually self actualization
came ohm to roost - dare
ring...

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I, (and the missus)
     pleased as punch residing
     at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
    ...

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A pie is not a pasty and a pasty is not a plum scone. So why swim an acre or a hectare? It is to...

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Let me get this straight,
you demand everything be free
have no intention to assimilate.
I said we need to tighten up the boarders a bit
to screen who's...

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IT’S A BEE’S LIFE

I flit about from flower to flower,
Cross-pollinating, hour after hour.
All the plants rely on me.
They can’t make love like you and me.

Each...

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The Russian bear never died
it was in prolonged hiber-nation
tending to western inflicted wounds
nibbling on yellow stars
gathering strength
waiting for an opening
waiting for weakness.

Now the bear feeds...

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I Know A Place

   
            I know a place in the rural...

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