Best Lionize Poems

Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!

Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at first a speculative rumor
not simply in my (ahem) head,
no matter a minimalist groomer

nevertheless, thinning follicles,
upon dawning realization, sans medical
sought relief...

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The token of life 
is greater than the world formed.
     Love of a carnal wealth shuns
     God. Revere, adulate, 
Lionize… For God so love the world…

Life is just token
given by God for courage.
    ...

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We Americans are very creative when it comes to conquering malaise,
By founding specific times in which to celebrate any wacky craze!
Legal holidays are well established and we honor Father and Mother,
But each day, week or month we lionize some silly thing or other!

There's a "National...

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Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.

Snow tries to reason,
Get one last freeze in,
Surprise!
Vernal, yet weazen,
March smells a treason,
The lies!
Mad by degrees in,
Arrogant season,
Reign skies!

Hasten Cold's demise,
February spies,
Be drowned.
Viridescent eyes,
Vegetation rise,
Be...

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From the eyes of Shangri-la and words indited in bulletin
spoken by  bellwethers and imagery on broadcasts
Felt the passing of breaths and federation menace.

The scourge abided by cause of hooliganism
By a group of libertine, 
Held, ye plot to an affright baker’s dozen bams.
He who fended...

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The figurative nail hit on the hirsute covered head!

Eventually vices will witness me crow king
cough'n affliction caw hearse courtesy 
smok'n since me yay high,
hence appellation (mountain) wheezer 
natural set of adult teeth (rotten to the core)  
easily plucked out courtesy tweezer, 
this har nonestablishmentarian,...

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Conscientiously Combat Contamination:
  Pass punitive laws policing polluters
  Keep chemicals from killing crops like corn
  Plink and plunk pests with pure, perfect panaceas
  Segregate and shun smokers of cigars and cigarettes

Contradictorily, Contribute to Contamination: 
  Permit and protect pernicious ***********
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Despite being atheist,
     I would nonetheless bet
     dollars to donuts
     (Dunkin and/or other wise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
     to know, his sir name
     linkedin with...

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A man wearing funeral clothes
Tongue tied, an unspoken tryst.
He smiles, like an affectionate holocaust

A quadrupedal wood, the locus
of a hoover act.
An assigned peacemaker painted
Over the Judas kiss.

And the one in a dress
I dont pray,
Nor his cousins are my prey.

So i return, my oldest friend
He bulids...

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I sometimes hear a stubborn myth,
that before Europeans came
the locals of America
all lived lives quite peaceful, and tame.

The old trope of the Noble Savage,
that somehow manages to persist,
polls show a disturbing number
of people believe in all this.

And with it come these shibboleths,
that still leave a...

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Despite being atheist, 
with serpent teen eyes,
I would nonetheless bet 
Eve fen number guys
named Adam, or gals noel lies
(christened) dollars to donuts
(Dunkin and/or otherwise)
Jesus would be mighty pleased
to know, his surname
linkedin with commercial ties,

no matter, he might not garner rise
zen percentage of profits, no matter...

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Once pawn a time...

About four plus weeks after
frazzling fiasco from friggin fraudsters
white knight still mourns swindled money
Lynne Costello Senior Civil Investigator
(assistant to Philadelphia attorney general)
unable to recoup forfeited funds.

While holed up in castle keep,
(albeit fetchodit fuming father
cursing out blimey scamming creep),
I replay nightmarish scenario
that disallows...

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It's the game of the year
  A contest for the ages
In attendance are celebrities 
  Government officials and sages
 
Ceremony, pageantry and pomp
  As the gladiators get ready to stomp
Onto the field of battle, to contend
  While we mortal onlookers pretend...

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When the motel decays,
gets weathered,
and the electricity frays,
when only one letter
on the marquee sign works;
when you're beleaguered by
the weight of the world 
on your shoulders;
when the loss of those close to you 
construed to isolate you,
to lionize you as the king of loneliness,
to inhibit your...

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Flanked by violets and similes
   in a drafty den she pens
away fleet hours, pensive, concocting
   exotic brews of rarest essence

and scents, honey-tipped phrases
   in secret rhythmical chants  
known only to denizens of her
   innermost sanctum, where...

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