Best Horded Poems

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               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
               You horded...

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What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By sheer brawn's heaving and hoe, did these fortune hunters so come,
Blinded fools of riches promised folly, nay to earn a...

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A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National
Geographic half as tall as me, piled on
every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream.

The yellow-black jackets buzzed, I flowered
as I turned the pages. The relics of Tutankhamun
fascinated: gold, turquoise, lapis and the slaves
in mud-brick houses they...

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my dreams were not meant to be caught
nor horded to be worshiped in secret
No, no "Dream Catchers" for me
my dreams fly free

from the recesses of my mind
where they are caught 
in my internal "dream catcher" 
which was meant to bind
for fear that should they escape
and...

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Family, friends struggle to transcend
a never ending battle to cope,
life drowns in a spiraling trend,
descending a viral slippery slope.
Irritable, confident, shifty and brash,
every morning begins with prayer.
Horded bottles of secretive stash
a surreal loss, in motionless stare.
Chosen path of a conscience feud,
torn from dreams of success,
persistently...

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Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves with plates and fowl.
On the counter are eggs, a chicken, and a hatchling.
With all the chickens, chicks, and china her...

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I remember shooting marbles during recess time.
There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness.
Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines,
Hematite cores of some new known planets.
And cats' eyes with color-filled center swirls.

I horded them in a sweat darkened leather pouch.
A drawstring puckered shut this...

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Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die

For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and rings

This urchin of Satan horded all
And the others to answer his call

This gangsters hideout was well concealed
 Till we tortured...

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If we could look back to those neolithic times, 
    When early man would walk and roam.
There was a need for some kind of leadership
    Or hierarchy, whether away or at home.

My guess is that they looked to the...

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Bobby and Dot, are playing well together today.
Without stomping and hiding 
till the other swells and mommy realizes, she has to break 
up a rumble, they’re fighting, cage ready display.
What’s going on Bobby and Dot?
Mommy then stops, and she spots chunks of ceramics. THE VASE.
So...

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Beauty’s Bequest
               By Odin Roark

Some say
We all have one
An enigmatic wild stallion within
Seeking sounds and symbols
To become a tundra of words
Its landscape of expression

Here
Time’s pace and rhythm
Carried by nature’s patient breath
Echo’s...

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My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and  not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring light to the horrific darkness embedded in the remnant matter of this repented skeptic. 

As the winds once shifted on...

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When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
warm hands coddled
spills of milky mew-shaped thirsts
dabbed at my whiteboard mind.

I began to wink the world into shapes;
as a new Loosely fleshed presence
I turned listless in the blood-warm bud.

Early things showed up to crowd my eyes,
back-lit...

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English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)

So much of all things
Had he, of gold, silver, pearls.
He never gave a
Thing away…the poor
From him got naught… He horded 
All he ever got.

He lived a miser... 
Death saw all his wealth pass to
Another niggard.

W.C.Hull © 2020-18-4-H1343-
2453-I50-K50-29-L56-2...

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The Cleverest Sin

.........................................................of them all is
Vanity

That mankind’s propensity
To take pleasure in
All the aspects of our creativity
Achievement and praise therein
For its own ingenuity

Can be and more often 
is
Classed
As 
Vanity

Clever church
Artful religion

In its conquest of out spiritual destiny

To accuse us at every turn
Of the Sin of Vanity

To...

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