Best Left(A) Poems

A silk top I asked Santa Claus for!
How did Mr. Claus handle that chore?
On that beautiful silk
I found stains from spilled milk.
Milk and cookies for Santa? No MORE!

Nov. 17, 2022
For Tania Kitchin's A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest...

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WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE

Nothing left aside,
He lay on his back
Eyes fixed at ceiling fan.
Reminiscence of Predicament
Of travels in shade
Sojournment in places many.
Land of beautiful women
Back waters,
Port wine and pure lust
Day of extravaganza
Deep poverty and sickness
Malaria and white gold
Girl with wheat complexion
Singing...

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My means are small
My dreams are big
My life is poor 
My soul is rich

Fantasies are better left a lie
Fantasies are better left a lie

This world is gray
Love is a loser's game
Why should I play
and just get more of the same... pain

Fantasies are better left a...

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You lost your home, you can stay with me 
It depends on your mood, sometimes you're a she and sometimes a he 
Don't leave your unmentionables lying around 
My sense of smell is like that of a Bloodhound 
I must address this one thing 
I...

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I left a world darkened by injustice and human absurdities
That caused in the hearts of so many so many uncertainties.
I heard “Never again” so many times, so much in vain.
Will we ever be able to cease fire and ease the pain?

I left a world gone...

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the headstone reads In Loving Memory . . .
though the clock of time ticks and ticks I will not forget
for your death left a scar on the map of my soul
dad-   my heart swells with a sea of tears
when I come to visit...

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Long ago and far away
— when and where I dare not say —
a young lady left a place
at a brisk and steady pace.

She had seen and been through much.
And although she'd stayed in touch
with the normal and the sane,
she could not forget the pain.

She had...

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I was talking to this middle-aged man this morning. I'd say he was probably in his upper fifties or so. He wore a grayish-white beard and he had a few prominent wrinkles on his tired looking face. His glasses were filthy and they sat half...

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A celebration of heroes and heroines, dead and living. 

They sold their lives
For the price of nothing 
And surrendered their entire being 

- Spirit: 
They pleaded with God
For His intervention
In alleviating man's troubles
They wrestled with forces
That caused people to err

- Soul: 
They showed their love...

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Here I come
Catch me if I stumble
Embrace my originality
Fall deeply in love with my soul
Never stop holding me

I have come
To a place of safety
Secured in your arms
Tucked in, in your heart
I am yours forever

Here I come
Capture my love for you
Indulge my inner senses
Honour my endless...

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The two brothers had stayed up late
Hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa
Maybe they had hoped to get his photo.
Santa slipped their phone off the chair
He took a quick selfie and laid it back down. 
They would no doubt be delighted in the morning...

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"She Left a Poem"
Soulful Pop Ballad – Radio-Ready Version
By David Wayne Wood

[Verse 1 – Soft piano, intimate vocal]
She said it was just a poem—
left trembling on the windowsill,
ink still wet, like tears she never cried.
The sun was falling fast behind her,
her silhouette too far to...

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There are lots to observe, and there are lots to explore
A pen visiting a white paper, to meet and greet for more.
 
I never could look back for a moment I love, but, I did treasure
No queries will justify the answer, no specific way to...

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This weather's 
got my notebook sweating, 
so I apologize for 
the wrinkled 
pages. 

This note's intended 
for the lonely- 

for those people who don't 
have anyone to put cute little 
notes in their lunchboxes, or 
for those children whose 
parents send them to 
school hungry....

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