Best Iii Poems

i narrate me own story in a fake english accent. the bloody typewriter is 
broken, it can't capitalize. i'm out of coins for the heater. i can see me own 
breath. it must be really bad . it's summer here in london. i'm a tough guy who 
carries a gun. don't...

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Don’t look at me
As though I am an alien or a stranger,
Don’t let the dagger of antipathy
Fly out of your eyes.

I am your neighbor.

Don’t call me a foe, an antagonist, or a rival,
Don’t roll up your mistrustful sleeves for a fight.

I am your friend.
 
Don’t...

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Before reading this one, please read one and two, it will help you make sense of the tale.

I became startled when the car came to an abrupt stop. Ricky reached into the bag and pulled me out again. I have to admit it was good...

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood typewriter on my desk, beside an...

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As I climb my family tree, each distinct leaf touches me with life's beauty.

(written 12/7/15 for Silent One's One Liners Three Contest)...

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Are there robins hopping my frozen ground?
Sound of widowers voices all around.
Chilled to the bone, I make nary a sound.
My suit and tie are not keeping me warm.

Icy northern winds blowing in a storm,
I'm not feeling myself, out of the norm.
I feel my eyelids, the...

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"give this,
one blood stained
word scrawled
on a stretch of
swine flesh.
call it "soul"
& sacrifice the known
to see it become
whole for one
fainting second
& shown
the surface undone,
completed in its
ever revolving
cycle towards
the center."
& he'll stand
& stretch & close
his briefcase
& he'll turn around
to go & you'll swear
that you saw the
light for...

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Toilet tissue is like the starship
Enterprise in that they both slip
Around Uranus
And zip up heinous
Klingons to ferry on a trip...

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Act III, final scene, psychodrama script-
the world is ushered off into history's crypt.
All the super heroes lie slaughtered on the floor
while apocalyptic addicts are screaming out for more.

A handful of patriots ride the airwaves into night
broadcasting dire warnings to bring the truth to light.
General population...

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Frightened by the darkness of this eerie night

Crystal eyes cracked, by the horror of its sight

A phantom amid the forest of these petrified trees

Of barrened branches, stripped of their leaves....

Taunting eyes filled with fire, flames, as he soon does approach

Souls dripping, from the sickle of...

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III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.

Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I saved lost pilgrims in my time,
age etched lines in my...

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Why do you look to me
with scorn
What right have you
for contempt
How can you blame me
for the evils YOU do
Did you want
to be as the Angels
Who serve and worship
without choice
Or do YOU prefer free will
the independence to choose your own destinies
I know it's hard to understand
but...

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I walk away from the bungalow, sand in my toes
I try to forget you, all the hurt and my woes
Life seems unfair at times, it doesn’t make sense
I thought you loved me, it must have been pretense

I walk along the rocky cliff as I start...

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Rhyme Time III - Death (12/2017)

The foe, their ship, it must be found. 
The engine stirs, the pistons pound. 
The decks vibrate, the tone, that sound.
On the horizon a singular mast 

Alter our course n' make us fast. 
Prepare the decks, prepare to blast,
And deny...

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