Best Intact Poems

care for your body--
it is God-given; keep it
intact and holy...

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.Give me extra strength, to the love in my heart
to deal with absence,when we are apart
the distance be close,but feelings so strong
i don`t care who says what`s right and what`s wrong.

For i am intact with emotional ties
the little things in life,do make me cry
aswell as the tragedys,throughout our land
to beggars,homeless holding out a hand.






Paul Beadnall;

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Pride comes before the fall 
under a tender gaze of midday's sun 
Our Sunday cross 
is being turned upside down 
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council 
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it 

With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena 
dark nights...

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INNOCENCE IS STILL INTACT

Innocence is still intact,-
no matter how bad this life attack me,
at night in my cold darken room
where it is I cry,
I would wrap my self in blankets
where I felt safe,-
where I kept my faith
and I would pray….for this nightmare to go away.

I know I am strong enough
to fight this agony,-
Oh, how the...

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In honor of mothers who keep their sons pure,
And of uncut men, I thee reassure
You are perfect and wholesome just as you are.
Born in God’s image, you’re already a star.
Your foreskin’s a blessing, so think and be wise,
And give thanks to all parents who don’t circumcise.
God made you complete in the womb, yes God did.
God...

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Sanguine fluid hemorrhaging from a contrary source
My credence wavers at your broken promises
I once abjured all of your fatuous wars
Until I too was branded on your canvas’

Some tawdry amusement you secrete
Only to emerge in your tenebrous off time
A murmured melodious beat
To make a pedestrian appear sublime

I feel your jurisdiction, forced upon me
Subservience is yours only...

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I’ll walk away with heart intact
No need with blood to sign this pact
When pain abounds, I need to act
I will survive, now that’s a fact!

No use for love, oh, can’t you see?
Much happier, I'm sure to be
Heart strings I've snipped, now I am free
To touch the dreams that live in me

I will not be a...

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" Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
            can you hear the whispering?"
                           quote...by Constance La...

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We tend to cringe with a thought of a media bliss/
Yet some may insist it's their entitlement ?
Exposed from what is real truth/
Surreal from the actual norm !
Yet what hurt's you the most ?
Hence, to expose the big lie !
Settling for a fish with a side of fries,
Tormented to change,
A given chance at which to...

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Even in old age I still find,
I have more questions than answers.
Like when I would not even be considered for Father of the year,
How have our three children flourished,
And been witnessed to be happy on occasions?

Could it be that Base Camp has kept it's original address,
And the welcome mat can be seen from space. 
A...

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Discovered Seashells
(More or Less Intact)

More like seashells on beaches, encounters with love
may enchant, disappoint us, but offer assurance.
Love blossoms through chemistry though the first art
(not the artist) is sand now and work of new life forms
make sandbanks a tapestry, literal canvas,
a wall to delight both the staid and the wild.
May each husk (I let go...

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Things having no limit is seen intact, say sky but things which have size is seen big or small...

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I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies...

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Solemn day, as solemn as any day can be
but yet how can I portray it to be 
The harmonic duet of the bird and blooming wild flowers
prove me wrong
Love, a distant theory is also a quilt of comfort like
Shakespearean prose
the heat, the warmth on a cold winter's day
Love, a springing halt to collateral damage
the only...

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