Best In My Humble Opinion Poems

Till this day, I think of you.
Endearing thoughts my heart once knew.

 Caught by surprise, you said, " Good Bye."
Leaving me here, to wonder why.

 The heartfelt letters, I sent each night.
Were desperate words, to make things right.

 Your love you said, had somehow died.
To...

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Those Exotic Enchanting Eyes And Long Dark Curls


Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.

Deepest trepidation when I dared to...

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The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
Generation.
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic...

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I'm not crazy about political poetry
Because politics feel a bit ... soiled to me
But as a requirement for the contest
I will say the following, as a humble opinion ONLY ...

I do not know the man
I don't know the motivations of his heart
Or the focus of...

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I do not understand politics,
I realise I never will
My interest, I'm ashamed to say
It is virtually nil.
But...

At the moment,
I am feeling somewhat fraught
Some politicians who are in power today
They need to do what they ought.

They should abide by the law,
And practice this in court.
But some...

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There's consequences in all we say and do 
Go forward and walk your walk and I'll go ahead and talk my talk 
Quite distraught due to the fact that you're too good to be true
I know that the Lord of Accord will be following me...

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Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t  a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man; though always alone.
Well, except for the critters.
They were not remarkable, just - - -many
and they all adored old Jake.
He didn’t...

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When one gets so self absorbed with earning a living,
one tends to forget the virtue of giving
freely of one's self to benefit others in need.
The return one receives from such selfless deeds
are far greater than could ever be attained with money.
I volunteer my services and...

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‘An interesting guy I think,’
People might say on meeting you for the first time,
Oh yes, I’ve come to know you too well.
Thank God for the Internet,
Although there are bodies in your wake,
And stench follows you like a garbage scow
There is protection for many in distance...

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Poet’s Notes:
This is what I call a 'Poem en Duo,' a collection of related poems which when grouped together serve to illuminate elements that they have in common. They can be by the same author as in this case or by multiple authors.

The Troll now...

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from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream

some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into...

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Our leadership is failing, more and more each day
What are taxes for and why should we pay?
I’m very confused as to what I keep seeing
Politicians? Government? Who protects our wellbeing?

We need to fast forward and end this vile year
I’m sick of the dirty fights and...

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I know that you probably know who you are...
Abusers who prey on women (or men) .
Your aberrance mostly extends to the weak, 
Your generosity just serves other's pain
And, of course, their misery's your only gain.
Do not think that you'll find me turning my cheek	
For doing...

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The bush in which you hide
Reveals your cowardice,
The wall, behind which you speak,
Testifies against you,
The seed which you so blithely sow,
Grows bitter fruit that does not nourish
Or weeds that suck soil dry
So that good seed barely feeds the birds,
Does not take root,
Imagination insufficient,
To wet the...

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Despite the day-to-day signs of man’s bitter degradation, there were many in the South who somehow still failed to see the endless pain of segregation. From the viewpoint of those who never lived there as well as from those who did reside there (with even...

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