Best Hone Poems

My mind was once tranquil lavender...
an equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter
depending upon the issue at hand-
Recently its blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the...

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Delicate thought-streams unfold
 like a crane to a flat piece of paper.
That something so exquisite
 could come to life in this dead place.
Writing my lover's name with bloody fingers;
 waiting for you to hone another blade for me....

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Ohhhh,what a handsome, beautiful boy!!

Niwaha Ivan,born in the no village a head
Vicinity of the forest breeze
Every morning,birds singing
Hooooo,

Ivan is woken up,go to fetch water
Before you go schooling
Hhhjjj,born in a family of the mighty guys
The father,master,not only that,but a professional guy

Married to a wonderful colorful lady
Bonding...

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Just like a politician I'm suspicious of
    that golfer is always trying to improve his lie...

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Tujhse shikaayat nahi rakhti main,
Tere manaane ka andaaz,
Kaafi pasand hai mujhe
Har baat kitni gaur se sunta hai tu meri,
Sochti hoon, badle mein aisa kya doon tujhe?

Kuch aisa...
Ki tujhe dekhkar samundar bhi pighal jaaye,
Kuch aisa...
Ki chaand apni roshni mein kho jaaye,
Kuch aisa...
Ki taare bhi apni chamak...

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Don't bother ringing me on the phone cause I'm in the kitty cat zone. Can't you see? Leave me a lone. The kitty cat zone.
I'm not over joyed now that you're home. My tail's not wagging for a bone.
What do you mean to watch my...

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I've never learned to change a tire.
It's not a skill I wish to acquire.
If stuck I'm always going to hire..
Also, can't change my car's oil,
perhaps I was a bit spoiled.
Cooking I botch, even with foil..
Couldn't dance til I took aerobics.
I've always been math a phobic.
Don't...

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trademark green on white 
"Welcome to Colorful Colorado" 
me and the Sangre De Cristos
march across the border 
and Mt Blanca rises to greet us
smooth and elegant 
as a wedding cake
draped with fondant
majestic and proud
above  the clouds
in my heart 
she strikes the home chord 
deeper...

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