Best Innate(P) Poems

Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles 
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly...

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A Poet's Gift

A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their...

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I think no stimulus could be
as potent as the one to pee.
A feeling frequent and innate
is this - the urge to urinate.
It comes each day...

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If I wasn't there,
the rain swollen clouds
would have still dumped 
their dark weight over the bay
and through a gaping tear,
let down a curtain of sunlight
to...

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(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought,
Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes, a...

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Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as...

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Penned like cattle, as if chattel,
     cages rattle, sounds of brattle,
          no...

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Out 
of the darkness

star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - 
a strewn snowy stream 
gracing the depths of the black swan night


Earthbound

from the realm of...

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Feel the wonders of every word
bring poetry scent to the world
break any chain of hate and rise
our differences, let's harmonize.

Unleash inner beauty and bond
reach out...

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I wish l could bottle kindness and cuddles
In little coloured bottles happy and bright
To produce and share in abundance
This would be my plight

I would give...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your...

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I am a white, middle class, American male; raised in a white, middle class American home.  I would not say that my upbringing included...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical...

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It’s a wonderful feeling as you gladly air your sweet melody
The canticle of your ebbs is heard from your sweet glee
Children shriek with laughter as...

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