Best Hording Poems

It’s truly Greek to me and you
“Agape” may sound like the English, agape
I gape; are we awed by Christ loving me and you

The human in...

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A pple pickers gaily riding in wagons, sipping cider along the way, headed for orchards, on a crisp, clear sunny day.

U mbrellas turned inside out...

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You were taboo
The one we didn't talk about
A faint memory shaping my life.
You were a presence
Real once now gone
But you lingered in our minds.

You were...

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One leaf falls
holographic illusion
across time the Terminator travels
to shape Sarah Connors' destiny.
Heart attack
a common enough destiny
as common as young men discussing girls' ****.
The Constitution
is the...

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Unforgiving Reflections
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Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze

ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall...

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Cherry blossom lips
harpy of my clouded life,
order mocked by hips-
lashed, ocean blue eyes knife

Elegante, my unaware amour
masters the reasons I flee
archaic heroes of tragic lore-
rue...

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(Jazz it up to the tune of "Everything’s Coming Up Roses") 


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Why is everyone more worried
      about another's attire
Is their own life so bleak and 
      dire
You help them climb higher and
      higher
While we wallow in their...

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The Dragon
In fathoms of dark
Hording treasures
Staying alert
For his food
To come to him
The beast’s mind
Filled with real fantasy
Heart damaged
Young in fearlessness
Scared body
Of neglected
In the light of...

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The Call of the Lonely Banshees

Call of the lonely wallow, Call for the desperate, called men. Hear the hording song, collecting the wanting, Male wonder....

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Subjugated by a Muse,

Who holds me in her grip.

Before too long, I'll blow a fuse,

Whilst biting off a lip.


I sell my soul but once a...

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Lagg Monster
Green squares not dots in a rows of barley moving time scrawling under neathe 
the nose of the miss users.  Pages torn from...

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rags
                        grimy,...

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The wind is sitting on the branches of time turning its head on every corner while the daffodils are jumping and prancing in the flower...

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