Best Last In First Out Poems

Who ate the last slice?
I don't hear no confession
Who scarfed the last slice down?
Everyone seems to have a finger pointing obsession
Don't know why we have...

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Face to face at last

Perpetual gaze is held

No words are spoken

Hands reaching out with purpose

You grab the last cookie first 



~Smiles~...

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Picture life in heaven
perhaps it's time to try
Better safe than sorry
And live with God,on high;
Picture all the people,
Loving day, by day

Picture there,a wedding
a supper with...

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We were born as one of eight,
As always said last in first out,
Some of us unfortunately late,
To be found out what this is all about.

Through...

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Love possesses a soul of it's own,
organic and autonomic
It propagate waves of attraction,
moving strangers closer to the sphere of friends
Thus you and I became ...
Feeling...

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At once my thoughts be still
To hear your voice so calming
Your song a melody
All but late in passing

Through my eye you run
From last to first...

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Sweet floral wine aged with a fine distinction
permeates violet fluorescence through the air 
silenced souls and the years cut into the night
and wrapped about the...

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To serve a Being with 
unconditional love
Why are there so many
conditions?
If our representation was that,
when did our reflection
crack?
When did time ripple
so abruptly,
our pond could not
calm...

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Adam was an 
acceptable accountant
And Eve a bubblingly 
bright bookkeeper;
Adam loved the 
First-In, First-Out
Accounting (FIFO) system, 
While Eve preferred 
The Last-In, First-Out
Inventory (LIFO) system; ...

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In accounting, there are inventory methods one must know any day.
It does not matter whether or not you are a CPA.
One of the accepted methods...

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The birds of pray are on their way, in every beak the Word

(of ptomaine tomes by gnarly gnomes) whose meaning is obscured;

they roost aloof on...

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The Bard of the Norseman
A warrior’s fame and for glory all Norseman live worthy of life
Worthy the Norseman with warring axe to victory and spilt...

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Atuk was a bad man,
He split his family, lost his money
He drank the dark tearful sorrows away,
As he walked he abused,
The syahadah he refused,
He was...

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The last of first snow’s flakes are falling down.
Lush, rich heaps sparkle opal gems as crown.
Such creamy drifts of bright schemes beam with glee.
Fresh, pure,...

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A   TOAST   TO   OUR   BREAKFAST


Come break this bread,  feed me warmth of sharing.
Break the grip of...

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