Best Lied On Poems

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"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are cultivated, children are weeds, 
exploring a small southern town. Seeds,...

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Saturday afternoon with a few moments to kill
Took a ride by the park up on Dutch Hill
My mind went back to a time and place
When I wore a little boy’s smile on my face
So much had changed since those innocent days
I drifted back through the...

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Overwhelmed
as mama offers a stare
at me.
Behind sleepy eyes;
I watched.

You would lay on the floor,
despite my warnings
You naughty child.

You cant stop snoring
like your father
she whispered
as she watched over 
me like an angel
as I lied on the tiled floor.

You obviously
Took both our characters
my priceless jewel.
I opened my...

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Have you ever wondered if you died today tomorrow or even yesterday

how it would affect people

Sometimes I seem to forget that part

I have made many stupid decisions in life that sometimes I regret and other times I 

contemplete on another exscape to leave this universe

...

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I lied on the green ,soft rug
lilies and daffodiles are the to give a shrug
The colorful silk is to the earth a rag
the cheerful sun is to me a tag

on the morning the sun showers
I lied to feel the beauty with raised eye brows
The wind...

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I understand now! I hate that I 
went back to my childhood and 
birthplace!
It was a mistake! They made 
me ,a success, look like a total 
disgrace.
Monroe, I have developed a 
new hate for you I came back 
with a full deck of cards.
Then you...

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I'm Eric Cartman and I'm an evil little *****.
My mom is poor, she certainly isn't rich.
She posed nude in a magazine because she's a Crack Whore.
She couldn't afford to buy me an IPad and that made me sore.

After I lied on DR. Phil, Apple was...

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"Goodnight my dear", Mother said
As I lied on the old bunk bed
"Don't close the door"
I used to say, as she would turn, to walk away

Once again she said "Good night"
And with one stroke, shut off the light
Night is what I’ve come to dread
So I'd slipped...

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Yes I've had my UPS and downs
My smiles and frowns
I've been talked about and torn down
Yes I'm a broken woman
It takes all for someone to love someone as broken as me
But with me is where he wants to be
I've been lied on and cheated on
Used...

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What has become as the best makeup for woman?
Her youth, health, nature attractiveness
or just how she get  looked to mirror, repaired  tresses,
how she smiled and turn to glance?
Maybe mystic lied on her way of wearings,
in her fashion and subtle taste

All these things look...

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Bombing Indonesia
So they broke the law and smuggled drugs etc. How about we drop some 1000lb bombs on Jakarta and nuke each individual Indonesian air force, navy and army base? FOR A BIT OF FRIGGING FUN? FRIG YEA. What comes around goes around.

The Aussies lied...

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Breaks an egg and out comes the sun
Begging for forgiveness
For lighting
Ducks sailing on the spikes
Women watching them trough keyholes,
Light diffracted into Meduses-
My happy face
Circularly deformed-
The brave man behind lens
Is the sunset’s zipper
Of the blue eye spot-
Her face – mechanic eyes
Lied on the floor, naked-
A pomegranate...

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They, them, those people 
Are lying, not relying 
On God. Lying...
Every time they do 
Their wicked deeds,
They blame it on God. 
They don't believe in God,
So, the dirty deeds they do,
They pretend it is in 
God’s plan.
Once again then you 
We’re not listening,
Poets told you...

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Marcus Mosiah Garvey arose from a little town, yes my lord
A Leo lifting Harlem, kingdom bound, yes my lord
Resuscitated religion around the black man’s looks, yes my lord
Cuddling pickaxe, hoe, and cradling books, yes my lord
Umpire of Freedom from home to foreign land, yes my...

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His hair grew as coagulated blood
His scalp perpetually trying to reach his eyebrows
Skin greased and calloused 
His eyes soulless 
Yet seemed searching
Everybody was not afraid of him.

I gave him food once
I placed it on the ground where 
He stood outside the church’s door
He barely moved
He...

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