Best Joying Poems

Today I will let my body
	To rest, lazy on the sofa,
Waiting for anything to happen;
	Just the breathing calm of this day
As I was reading to...

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Samsara
Endless, pointless 
Boring, joying, funny 
All beings struggling to escape from this realm 
Hell!...

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LIFE IS UNFAIR

Teach the children of tomorrow
For tomorrow holds more pains, 
Lie within the oasis of hatred for love is far.
The lilies of power can...

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Tears unshed before, fall now
The distance ahead, shrunk to an end
Memories are spared for us to keep
Time continues, even at our standstill
Years spent, succumb to...

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A beautiful box in the golden morning when you are watering plants
At midday a workshop where you are providing me with the ladder
In the evening...

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We breeds start to unexpectedly open our eyes,
In the midst of no where we start crying without lies,
the pure gesture we aboard and the nurturing...

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Zerk was a lurking berserk
who lived in the murky-murk of the cirque 
by the smirking Turk 
Zerk was irking a-jerkin’ and a draught of perkin
Zerk...

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Easter Monday 

A day of rest
like a bird in its nest
joying
enjoying
having fun
until it's done
there is no hurry
nor worry
we eat nice food
for us to feel good
we...

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incompetence seats imperviously in the rock, 
watching his last drama in senility; 

surrounded by old scoundrels as himself.
Same tyrant of yesteryear who through the powder...

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Buried in an avalanche you
might see on "Hoarders buried alive"
back and foreground
white sheet with limited pay per view,
nonetheless sky scraping heap

(Uriah not kid) nsync with...

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In the cackling, har-de-har, wind
I sashaying, underneath the sky
Frolicking about the flurry
Joying in the air cry
Laughing calmly, among the windy
Rejoicing, beneath the gusty
All the while,...

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As time flows by through the waterfall of time
I put pen to paper to complete a rhyme
And through the years I've written such things
From childhood...

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Sometimes, I sit and stare the wall
Sometimes, that name I just call
The name I was too fond to listen
In my eyes, the name just glistened

The...

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I
He was no farmer, Carl Farmer
He was a loud preaching man
His eyes got wet, peradventure
As we heard the trees and land -

II
"We do not complain...

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