Best Insulated Poems

and I hunger for you, like a moth
longing for one last flicker of flame 
nestled deep inside my heart

the memory of my childhood worship sits deep 
as an innocent deer panting by the riverside 
and I need you now, ... like I need the air...

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In pleasantries, orchestrated on our screens,
We live the lives of many men and women,
As if sex could be! We grow, composed of well-cooked pablum
Eaten between long work hours, digested pleasantly.
In a fetal coil, I rest, my optic eye
Doesn’t blink at the silver reticules of my...

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Born into this earth one day quite unaware,
We grow with time and eventually age.
Pass through stages many and varied,
And in activities manifold, we busily engage. 

We do not know what tomorrow unveils,
Or where the road we tread may lead.
But within us is a realm that...

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We see them sitting in towers
carved from ‘learned’ ivory,
insulated by their tenure
from the world of reality,
poisoning their students minds,
putting bad ideas in their heads,
the kind that in a century
left one hundred million souls dead.
They know they face no consequence,
they even blacklist all others,
it’s the students...

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SIGN OF THE TIMES

Silence is not always precious made in gold
In fact can be base alloy: dull and cold
Gleam gone dim, for the lack of active burnish
Now withheld - the living spoken words that furnish
On the nonce, response that endows communication
For that, in essence, is...

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For some reason, I feel especially vindicated
Learning recently that I won’t be syndicated,
I know many of my dear family are titillated
Since they are of my readers most dedicated.
In my writings, over the years, I’ve indicated
That with superb honors I’ve been inundated,
Still, I’ve made every effort...

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The color of blood unchanged,
flowed in the stream of time evolved,
as ancient singular ancestor etched
footprints of humanity on the globe, explored.

Common lineage thriving insulated,
splintered into diverse lineage of races,
physical traits got typified,
melanin played with color on the skin.

Born free under one seamless sky,
equality pines in...

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I'm in my hammock
Wearing fluffy pyjamas and slippers
With the dog
Just pondering how I could show rather than tell. Could you imagine it via my words?

The siren in the distance grabs my attention, pulling me out of my breeze laden daydreams. There is coolness in the...

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I live on the frozen tundra where cold winds blow
I'm never bothered by the amount of ice and snow
The thickness of my feathers are deep at my chest
like a downy insulated coat that's better than a vest.

I'm busy keeping watch over my two mated hens
who...

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Flight (less) 

Flight is a gift from God - The Bald Eagle spreads her wings 

The Emperor Penguin is a novel sight,
With an crown of gold around the scruff,
Heavily insulated and robbed of flight,
Icy swims, bitter cold, these conditions are rough,
The emperor survives, despite.

New Zea...

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The Aged Man
                            Authored by Chuck Keys


There is a sadness inside of him,
Draped by layers of heartaches and...

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 Leccy Powers in the Air

    Nikola Tesla knew the score,
    back there, wayback in 1894,
    send-em power through the post,
    bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
    wireless sends...

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A barn southwest of Central Butte
Could be seen for miles around 
Upon a hill, and that was how
The Mattus place was found

A big and very well used barn
With lots of stock and feed
Pride of the Prairie West Winds Farms
A sentinel indeed

In the big bad wind...

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"Classical Gas" was a family tune 
With horns and percussion,drums and bass too
It played through my youth, down the stairs
In a basement set up for a band, in their lair

Trumpets,slingerlands, electric guitar
Bass, tambourine,much music from afar
From Beatles,Ike and Tina, Chicago too
My brothers and friends played...

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Protected from the past, 
insulated in a box 
made of star-dust, 
closed where it 
points to the earth 
but open toward the 
vacuum of the sky,

why does he
bring the old world back 
when he creates his dreams?...

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