Best Memberships Poems

For the rose without season is you
Light between stars shine through your soul
Ocean of kindness whispers your name
Joy resides in those beautiful eyes
Treasure trove,a friend...

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Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your...

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She saw my pain and gifted me a crown
and named me Queen when I felt like a clown
She sent her gift cross the many miles
And...

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you know some people talk out of their a$$
to fill inside some deep unspoken need
and so they try to make their gossip pass
to let the...

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She gave me a new name that feeds my soul
when others label me, this makes me whole
from heritage is where she drew the word
I must...

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Secretly giving
A gift of words to others
Watch our spirits soar

Dedicated to the wonderful 'angels' on Poetry Soup who gift Premium Memberships 

11TH April 2016...

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Honey,
why do alcohol-baptized Christians
develop addictions to oil-and-gas extractive economics?

I don't know, dear.
Perhaps the same reason that THC agnostics
sprout SierraClub cooperative political memberships?...

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And yet we are one inside/outside communion,
one ego/eco-integrity potential sanctuary

Polypathically capable of nesting
eager for re-creating
healthy commitments with family
and toward more extended communal memberships
beyond our egocentric...

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Santa, I do confess
I feel a little bit strange
A middle aged man sitting on your knee
Whispering into your ear, my grandest wish
Let us both hope...

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We are surrounded,
sometimes aversively beset,
upset, 
by diverse warm and colder felt attributes of love.

We have each known and felt candidates for resonance,
waiting for our more...

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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after...

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Laborare Estorare in obscure ANON-ymity
Though to do as  they must they'll know nothing but pain
In this richly owned world, self appointed divinity
The righteous still...

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To be read in the voice of Thurston Howell, III
from "Gilligan's Island"

At the club
we drop Poetrysoup
premium memberships
like names
on a social calendar
Binky and Nadine
drink more Bloodies
than...

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Welcome...strange member...
I see the days have faired...well...
You have nothing to worry...
I myself have past into membership also...
Strange indeed...so many...have crossed...
I see that you are from...

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I think I've found the address to hell
There's a jukebox even laughter
And sad stories to tell
Our souls are long gone
From the heartache we've felt
I think...

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