Best Love Society Poems

She has a collection, an unusual collection, 
Of four thousand and forty two,
Colourful, shapely, dangly rings, 
From green to gold to blue,

That she wears from ears, her nose, her lips, 
The ones that are on show,
And she wears a heap in other places, 
But there...

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"Thursday’s Windows"

the view 
from the other side
open wide 

watching 
other stories
unfold 

write their worlds 
upside down
their concert 

sung to mirrors
none fair of face 
and most, 

far to go

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)





“Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's...

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I wish heaven had visiting hours
I'd carry a beer or two
And some meat to go
Cause I know my grandpa's would love that 

I'd seat with them and let them just talk
For I'd love to hear how they were
For to me they were but stories
Cause I...

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He never once mentioned the pressure of his blood
or his Mam
I found dead on the floor

his Dad’s cancer
or his younger brother
not once, during the best years of my life

he fixed cars
with a pipe slowly smoking

a magician with gauges and valves

he drank small amounts of beer
most...

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There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged...

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Life is to live, live it yourself
Don’t ruin the chance, being someone 
Choose your path, chase your dreams
live up to them till you die
 
No two are same nor their choices
Never hesitate to accept yourself
Being unique is not a sin,
not at least than following the...

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Have you ever seen a good girl gone bad 
Is it wrong to try to put someone on the right path 
Have you ever known a young boy that turn mad 
Do you know what it's like to have a corrupt heart 

Can you picture...

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(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


- cont. - from Part 1



And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs...

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A boy. Short. He goes to school and cowardly hides behind every corner, scouting out what lurks behind the next turn. Always shoved and disregarded, he seemed to have no friends. He was bullied everyday by this monster. Someone who terrorized him since day one....

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Gray is the loveliest color
for YOU who misplaced your heart
along this man-made way,
for YOU without soul who crunch yourself
into the parameters They gave YOU–
and saw off what does not fit–
for YOU who bolted the really real 
things to the floor (a kiss), 
yet wonder why...

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In this poetic rhyme scheme I will weave this world’s unreal 
As we are faced with malevolent acts towards each other that only God can heal 
Are we in a world that exists as a tangible reality?
That is why we have to learn about each...

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(Prov. 22: 6 /  Heb. 5: 14  /  Deut. 6: 6-9  /  2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16  /  Matt. 19: 13, 14)


(Part One of Two)



If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’...

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It was both a complicated and simpler place and time.
Mostly a quiet place tucked away, but not far off the beaten path.
Occasionally, a noisy and sometimes uncivil place, but very little crime.
A place though legally dry, yet illegally wet and filled with moonshine and wine.
A...

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Born into poverty
Instead of heraldry
Disappointment struck me glum
Square peg in a round hole
Ends up on the dole*
Got no money and I want some

My nights of abandon
Were strictly rationed
Contraception isn't cheap
Then into these drab nights
No warmth and no lights
Fed up of counting sheep

You came and you...

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(Cinderella is the protagonist of the 1697 fairytale by Charles Perrault. The whimsical tale is later told in 1812 by the Grimm brothers.)

“Why, if it isn’t my dear Cinderella,
That twinkle in your eyes, still bright as your ballroom days,
In your smile I still see the...

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