Best Holing Poems

Too little 
too late
God said to me 
in this dream I had about fate

So I asked him 
what did he expect, 
A goody two shoes 
a prophet 
a saint 
to be something I ain’t 

Not at all he said 
I want to be entertained 
Eternity...

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I’ll never get over the pain of losing my sweet Rosie. Thank God I was able to hold her for a short while before she flew off to be an angel baby. I only allowed a few close family members to be with us to...

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(Lady)
Listening to the sound of feet padding across the floor below me as I dose
Walking slightly to the sound of voices talking in the early morning haze
Of beings moving about as I rest
As I surrender to the beauty of awareness inside and out
my heart beating...

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i will stand above the industry
hold, surpass all infantry
ride into my battles
on a chariot of gold

rising to the gilded plain
racing through the pouring rain
holing up my mother's flag
a country lost and cold

pausing not to catch my breath 
give me liberty or give me death
take me...

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fall,oh little ones
squirrells gathering,holing
for winter chilly...

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We run up and down the planes, hand in hand,
Smiling, laughing, adoring the sparkle in your eye band. 
We still question if this is reality or not,
But her beauty still blinds me so that we wouldn't be forgot. 

She follows my eye, she follows my...

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 Muscle Memory 

Looking in the mirror,

I am getting older;
the loss of muscle mass

Sink-holing the skin
with pockmarks and the sagging

of my triceps and hamstrings
shows me so. 

Ten pounds for every ten years, they say.
With such drastic loss of muscle memory

I soon forget how to crawl....

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A lone wolf holing out from across the prairie.
Roaming the night, which ever way the wind may carry.
His cries of longing haunt me, during the fitful night.
As he sings a single lonesome song beneath the starlight.
It’s an eerie, soul aching sound.
Beneath the yellow moon, bright...

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absolutley beautiful
striking a spark
when one soul 
shines out
radiating warmth
in the deepest
of feelings

touching without lips
seeing in sight
uttering under
the breath
blowing upon emotions
softly it lands
touching to
the very heart

one beauty
is your soul
fluttering into
the deepest ocean
washing away
all darkness
holing the eyes
of inner vision

a golden treasure
on the ground 
that you stand
i place...

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All this hurt inside

I've learned to hide so well

Trying to forget it

Burying it deep..

But when i'm in the dark

Alone 

It all wells up

My heart is torn

I feel so empty

So comepletely alone

When i pray,

I hear no reply-

Why aren't You by my side?

Hearing my cries?

I sob into...

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The negotiation table

With sounds of Booms
Invading rooms
And the mounting fears
For the closest spears
The negotiation table
That could things make stable, 
Should step into the scene
And hands not yet blood-stained keep clean.

The four-legged furniture
For every peace-craving creature
Never greeted with smiles,
And chilling glimpses by Evelyn
Of Enemy killers Javelin!!

That...

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When you folks are producing
your vanilla missionary practice,
who plays your Yang strong predator perception
and who prefers Yin reflexible reception?

Do you politically
and/or economically
flip his/her ecofeminist flop?

I'm sorry
but I do not speak of physical flops
mental drops
mindbody cross-fertilizing crops,
so I actively hope I don't understand your question,
with both...

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Take a step back
Just to catch my breath
Close my eyes
So I wont have to see what's coming next
Holing on tight
And try not to loose my grip
Watch my blood drip
Cuz Im just that pissed
Take my own life
Cuz aint nothing out here for me
Im NEVER gonna be...

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I heard them spoke in the dark of that house.
Their voices boomed in the middle of the night.
I saw their faces in the dark through their white teeth which 
exposed them in the old night.
Their faces hardened like criminals.
Not minding the owl holing , they...

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the violin was playing out in the corridor then a faint drawn out sound
in walks in a passing fare maiden skin pale and fainting from the heat
an exquisite bar was serving drinks down at the Prior Square experience
a glance to the left you can see...

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