Best Informs Poems

A field of wheat cloaked in dewy silence
the orchestra tunes up with avian arias
bullfrog basses and a choir of cawing crows,
xanthic sunflowers turning their heads to better see,
the daylight trajectory commencing with lazuline layering,
a breeze glissandoes on harps of oak leaves
tomorrow is now today,
 ...

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Love is a feeling not words
To think otherwise would be absurd
But I'll do my best to explain
Although I'm sure it'll be in vain
He's as soft as a brief spring shower
He's the color in all of my flowers
He's my sun on a rainy day
He keeps me...

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Its filtering down.' Over the streets and open ground.' From
Clouds to fog formation, just forget about coal burnt waste inahalation.' Do not bother with I C E car emissions
This is a ( total war condition ) carried out in hidden labs
Our ecosystem is now reserved...

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One

Chloee? Yes Reginald! 
Why do they call us Dachshunds, Wiener Dogs?
Maybe they call you a Wiener Reginald!
You cut me off at the legs with that one Chloee!

Two

Chloee? Yes Reginald! Have you ever smelled mothballs.
No Reginald it's too difficult to spread their tiny legs.
My that was a low...

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See me in the shadows
I'm drowning in black ink
Slipping beneath the surface
Darkness informs the way I think

Within, a perverse pleasure
The tattooing of my mind
Words are my she devil
Her beauty makes me blind

She causes skin to tingle
Each word her form revealed
I reach and want to touch...

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Accepts me for what I am.
Believes me for what I can.
Cares for me all the time.
Drives me crazy.
Encourages me to do my best.
Follows up and follows me through.
Guides me when I am lost.
Honors my feelings and decisions.
Informs me when I don't know.
Judges me not so...

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My favorite Poetry Soup poet, the most honorable L Milton Hankins
His avatar is predominately on the home page, he’s the big tamale
Obey grammar rules and suggestions or you’ll get written spankins
No matter who you are, or where you’re from, the U.S.A. or Somali 

A great...

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Storm of hearts

You can see in her eyes, there's a storm in her heart
Accusations boom in verbal sonic thunder
Rains flood her sullen cheeks, as her levees break apart
Harsh words cut deep, now her heart is sawed asunder

Lightning flashes strike at the heart of a matter
Polar...

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Call me in the morning

Preferably 3am

When the world is quiet, your mind cloudy

Your soul is a double agent

He hijacks your body

He tells me all of the secrets you collected that day

Wispy memories float across space

Dreams are classified, he broke the code

For just a moment, he...

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Really, only five years have past
Since your son’s abandoned car was found,
	No note,
		Along side sea cliffs
		North of Santa Cruz,
		After failing with pills,
			Too many times.
	No body either,
		Though at times I prayed for that.
Wincing now myself at your pain
	As you hand beggars at streetlights
	A few dollars, as...

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suddenly the bird sings, quite suddenly, startling
the stranger-to-the-dawn of day; he thinks the bird
is where the bird shouldn’t be; but knowingly,
with amusement, having quite habitually heard
the bird tweet, as the morning sun stretches its wings,
the wife informs the stranger to the waning dusk,
“oh dear husband,...

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Because it's said of some sweet spice 
A sly and wise old cook Ma Nature
Slipped into their feathery brew
  
While you and I, big-brained creatures 
That we are – clumsy fools
Ignore cell signals

Breaking each others hearts 
And holy rules, breaking each other’s 
Wings and...

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Paul writes to Timothy, his young Christian prodigy
about what it takes to possess total spirituality
and how to go about getting your heart's desires
by be surrounded by those who have already aspired
someone to whom you can look up to who'll always have your back
a mentor to...

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Again the alarm is set.

Strawberries, date squares…Yum, Yum.   

The alarm rings again. The tea party is over.

 She returns to her perch where her wings are immediately clipped by the Bald Eagle who informs her that a bird doesn’t chirp when her poem...

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TO SPEECH PATHOLOGY

A voice is something to treasure.
An expression is nothing without this.
You can feel the deep suppression when possessed by another human being.
Speaking out and it becomes dubbed.
No, you are not a mute.
You do have a voice.

To the speech pathologist, I ask can you...

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