Best Ks Poems

Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Part One- (Years Before Troy)

Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name
hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they...

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When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We...

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Part 1

One summer in our youth group was a boy
I met.  How I would love to understand
if what he’d felt was equal to the...

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.                  Mr. Kopp flies his   ...

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NO PART OF THE WORLD (Part 1)


Have you read Jesus words at John 17:16?

Referring to his disciples he said
"They are no part of THE WORLD,...

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part oart lart hart gart qart xart

bart zart kart jart rart vart tart

Yahh trick yahhh! Hey soulja boy...yahh trick...

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This All Could Be
AtTractions of the urban surfer,
ExHibits at the shored enclaves,
AbIde the faithful their sole journey,
BaSking rays of summer's retreat,

CoAstal clutter of crowds roll...

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Space Hoppers, Power Cuts, Texan Bars & Playschool,
Record Players, Tiny Tears, Ford Capri’s (I thought were cool),
Bag Puss, Mrs Thatch, Wonder Woman, Rainbow,
George, Zippy, Rod...

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You were primarily a spiritualist, 
But circumstances made you a noble warrior:
Your father, Guru Teg Bahadur,  
was treacherously beheaded.
You had to contend invaders from...

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With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of...

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If you could change World History

If you could alter World History,
What would you change and why.
Choose with care and astuteness,
Or someone that lived, might die.

Edward...

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Never Hit a Potamus

Never hit a Potamus,
on his grey brown nose.
Cos' if you do, he'll flatten you,
by jumping on your toes.



For 7 year olds
Contest to...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful...

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Demons

I try to get sleep but the demons just keep running round in the back of my brain, and no matter what I do they...

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