Best In The Main Poems

You won't see this true story in the Main Media. Not long ago an incident took place in Nashville Tennessee. There was a school shooting that took the lives of six innocent people, of which three were children.
 A lone shooter, Aiden Hale who was...

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I am not finished yet, nor am I perfect.
I am a lifetime project.
I am a work in progress.

Each day, I grow a little.
Sometimes bigger … sometimes smaller … 
Always older … often wiser …

My days would seem to be all the same.
Rather sluggish … Frankly...

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BEYOND THE MILK OF HERA PAST THE HEAVEN'S VERTEBRAE
THE STARS BLINK GLEAMING SAGAS, IN THE DAWN THEY FADE AWAY
MY SHIP MAKES AN INCISION IN EVERY THING THEY SAY

THE SEA WEARS LIKE A SILKY DRESS THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT
AND NEVER DOES THE MOON APPEAR SO...

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Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to beautiful Zurich Switzerland and the First Annual Poetry Soup Convention. Welcome poets, linguists, scribes, metrists and rhymers. Welcome poets from Canada, the UK, U.S.A., Australia and many other countries from around the world. 

This convention is for...

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The mystery of words, wisdom of the heart to each
Angelic form, the voice of emotion in verse.

The melody of heart speak in words that feels the 
Emotion to express the deepness of feeling in the mind. 
Words that connect in the main thoughts.

Thoughts of words...

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I'm a lover not a fighter,
I'm a fighter not a fool.
I won't surrender inalienable rights,
To Washington's Marxist tools.

I'm a lover not a fighter,
I'm a fighter not a fool.
I won't abide the liar's,
In the main stream media pool.

I'm a lover not a fighter,
I'm a fighter not...

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I looked around the crowded lobby in the Ritz Hotel in Washington, DC.  I was a little late in getting there as the plane was late in arriving.  Not a problem.  I had the itinerary for the next day's meeting and an...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive -
Strips of weathered-green survive.

Late fall,
Looking far, from Terry’s Mount,
At distance...

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It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.
Jim Harrison (1937 - 2016) - The Road Home

 
First Bobo, a cocker spaniel, 
I remember only from pictures.
He ran way before we moved 
to Canada when...

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LUST IS AS ILL-CONSIDERED A WEED
  AS EVER STOLE SCENT


Rejected in the main as superstition -
A gadfly, I’m alone upon the weed:
A hot cinquefoil brooding on position,
Declared intent of being in need of screed -

Now the subject of each idle bee
Gorged already, needing a...

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In the main, it's a pain in the brain.
Now just try not to buy I could die.
Patiently wait. Think, my fate will be great.
Now I'm face'n the preparation for the operation.

Pray'n for grace. Turn my face. Think 'happy place'.
'A little prick', then a stick. Oh,...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence...

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With the Sun's knock they opened their eyes
"wow azure sky and bright sun in the chilly December."

That was a normal day in school
Nothing was wrong with anything 

Students gathered in the main hall
Were taking lessons on First Aid

Suddenly there was bang.... 
And then not one...

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Harry was waiting at base camp for his party of tourists
hoping that Beverly and her children would not be rowdy.
When they finally arrived, he got them settled in their tent.
Once unpacked they joined him in the main area for tea.

After he had explained the rules...

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When I was younger so much younger than today, I used to go to lots of poetry events. There was something called Red Sky that was every week, people were so very serious about it. Then one day I had an epiphany, "My god. I'm...

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