Best Live Down Poems

Every couple 'a years or so 
Our family reunites
It takes a couple 'a years or so
To recover from the fights

A family like our'n
Doesn't party like most do
Ours gets a little out of hand
That's why we have so few

It's a redneck family reunion
everybody has a grand...

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The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood stone still,
Eyes shut like blinds and fingers dug into ground,
Felt...

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We’ve each been given an extra day,
It happens one year in four.
And we will have to account for it,
When God’s adding up our score.

Will you just waste this precious day,
As so often you have before?
Or will you have spent it wisely 
Before sending it out...

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They no longer sneak into my soul in the middle of the night
Whispering mean things about me, hurting my feelings.
Because that is no longer satisfying
Now they laugh as I clench my teeth in the day time
So hard that my tongue gets cut on the sharp...

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We are the neighbors
Who live down your street
We are the ones 
Who your kids love to hate

We are the ones who actually sit outside
Watching our children while they are at play
Making sure all of the children
On the street are behaved

To many drive-bys by gangs
Over drugs...

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Chianti, Riesling, Chardonnay;
What kinda wine we gonna have today?
Pass that bottle, if you please -
I think I'll have a little more Chablis!

Swirl that stuff 'round in the glass...
Show 'em all that you got class!
Has it got the nose? Has it got the look?
Can you use...

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I want to be the man in that black hat
Sitting down under where the Aussies do play
Drinking in barrels, Bundaberg ale
Smiling under my cool black hat 

Now I haven’t his hat
Nor that cool Aussie accent
I don’t live down under
Not even drinking that Bundaberg thunder

So I...

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You've ignited a fire beyond what you know,
my smooth hand glides providing the flow,
striking lightening that makes the mind blow,
you stole my rhymes and put them on show.

I followed the trail and look where it led,
a place full of those that are dead in the...

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We can all read that the love will become cold
We can all see that what has been foretold
Is the world we live in now

We can be amazed that two thousand years ago
It was written where the world would go
It is the world we live in...

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One simple sound always reminds me of summer.
Sitting on the porch , the air heavy  with the fragrance
of the lilac at the corner of the house..the sound of crickets
a backdrop for summer dreaming.
Nothing pressing to do, nowhere special to go.
content to just sit and...

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I said a prayer for my fellowmen,
The world needs people who’re 
Gentle, kind, fair, want the same 
For self and others too.

I said a prayer for my family,
To be trusting, loyal, honest,
Supportive, understanding, defending
Branches on the Family Tree.

I said a prayer for old time friends,
Now...

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Our old Plymouth wagon sits junked in the yard
Collecting pine needles and rust
Ten years of abuse and driven too hard
Now an eyesore, the neighbors might fuss

Chrysler Corporation was not at their best
Before Iacocca, I think
"Car lot got flooded but we did a road test."
The salesman...

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it was a chorus line of hollyhocks against a crumbling red brick building
that devastated my poem,
they laid waste to the words you asked me to write,
you said I would try to hurt you with my intent,
my rhyme,
I said your prejudice and ignorance were showing,
like wearing...

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Unaided and jaded within a world I have created,
isolated and left alone I see my light travelling has faded.
I walked and ran to sit then stand and in my mind’s eye,
I figured my plan should be grand and decided to fly.
Lonesome in my shadow I...

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POSTSCRIPT TO A PASSION 

I was hoping you would prove me wrong -
Under the ship’s sides the barnacles still cling -
I would have thought you’d never sell our song
But true to typecast, summer mothering -

You, too, proved to be full of guile
To love meant having,...

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