Best Level Playing Field Poems

By John Weaver

At school I learned to read and write, to add and take away, 
Of geography and history and sports I learned to play 
They taught me all about the world and even outer space
And how to beat another as competition I would face

I...

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What fire works

Fire works crackle crunch coagulate
send the guiding stars of darkness into space
from Phoenix to ashes ember amber empathy 
forgotten exploding in the heart of unremembered kindness

A giant mushroom in the sky look carefully
you’ll only see it once this beautiful display
of melted cracking spirit...

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What I really want for myself and my countrymen 
Is PEACE, first and foremost, —a utopia, I guess, 
Where bias, bigotry and prejudice do not exist, 
Where the lamb and the lion lie down-- 
Together. 

What I really want for myself and my countrymen 
Is...

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You say you're open to negotiation
But you're truly guilty by association
Keep on picking the altruistic pocket
Startling victims like a pin in a socket

A level playing field is what we must play
We toil to gain notice, in our working display
Endeavours and efforts are all that we...

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I’ve heard people say dinosaurs are extinct
But I think there must be a resurgence!
It seems that our scientists all must have blinked,
Could it be just a bad egg emergence?

Imagine eggs dormant for thousands of years,
Now they’ve hatched with hell’s voice in their hoot-in,
This nightmare makes...

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I want to trust in other people,
That could be my biggest flaw,
Like God the Father, I am dreaming
All will come to love His law.

It’s sad to see so many people 
Bogged down in their Hellish greed,
When fairness can extinguish fires of
Hateful and self-centered need.

The hallmark...

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The sharp suited man
With the Legal Degree
Looks back over years 
To pass judgement on me.
While he was getting drunk
In student Uni bars
I was uniformed and fighting
Our country’s various wars.

The greatest impulse
Is the will to survive
To stay in one piece
To get out still alive
If you've not...

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For a brief period in our history Jack and his master
  worked and played on a level playing field, 
It was a time when overtime was plentiful enough for Jack to
Earn as much as middle management, should he so wish,
The class system was slowly...

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propagated and plunged,
into the depths of misery.
every muscle aches in cogitation.

a level playing field,
with missing bones.
a war hero composed
upon the compost of humanity.

eyes closed in memory,
vigor still agitated in extremities,
philosophy carved out of stone.

massive ripples and torment
cry out,

“Is anyone out there? Does God exist”

the eyelids...

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Coronavirus microbe (COVID-19)

(alternately titled: yours truly doth mutter
asthma bowled dug gutter 
pin yon hated chap strikingly and gently weeps, 
whereby melts milquetoast like butter.)

Aye reckon eyes aforementioned 
entitled microscopic organism
doth strain credulity threatening 
*****sapiens left agog
stupefied, whereby mortality 
of species existential crisis

pitted against unseen...

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When I was a child, I wondered

Was deep sleep, death?

Was every morning a new life, a new incarnation?

Waking up, I found the people around me were the same

I was the same too, nothing changed

This cannot be death I rationalized

When I came of age, I wondered

Is...

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upon the level playing field -
                               the empty ethos of today...

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Why bother naming babies in the foreign land
Sarin gas is not a Happy Birthday gift or plan
No way to play, no party list to live or die by
Syria is no kind of place for children's games
No Happy Birthday cakes but many planes
Full of surprises with...

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Coronavirus microbe (COVID-19) begat...
heebie jeebies couple months before March 15th, 2020

More'n three hundred and sixty six days ago,
a pandemic did devastatingly blow
across the webbed wide world
dark shadows spelled glow
bull horror seeds of hell show
did terrify *****sapiens  
with unimaginable woe.

I revisited the following poem...

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Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing field and billiard table smooth backboard for his me-against-them game...

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