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 to keep
Humbleness and Honesty your virtues
Open-hearted to all,expecting nothing in return
Mother and Wife who lives life for her beloveds
Admirable for...

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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 Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the mist of every line, 
I'm sending special hugs, for he/she...

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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 wreathed my teary face in rainbow smiles

She knew what words and rhymes all mean to me
And so she gifted joy...

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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 demons out and to be freed

I do not know who's spoken ill of you
why would they so malign an angel...

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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 confess this name I'd never heard

Aneolani, what endearing name!
to what it means, I cannot lay a claim
a "breath of heaven",...

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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 self-limitations.

Love
experienced,
our necessary shared foundation
for co-passion growing outward,
optimistically upward,
fundamentally downward,
seminally inward,
across Earth's reveling space
and across all time past
and imagined healthy futures
for...

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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 people do not get the wrong idea here
I am at my wits end Dear Santa
All I want for Christmas
Is for...

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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 stringent,
yet also generous, 
articulation.

Those remaining who believe unfettering capitalism
must be forced for sake of appropriate and necessary liberties,
secured and maintained...

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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
        the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
   ...

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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 toil in God's Holy Name

We're but offal to corporate greed
In a long chain of man-made disasters
Like a freight train unleashed...

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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 I have had tees
on the fairway
Their mansion
rages rococo
For minimalists
they really
are too much



6/1/17...

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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 the provinces...
Must feel good to not to have so much baggage...
This crossing for me is my last...
For another is to...

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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 I've found the address to hell

Just off of Main St., sits a smoky old place
Where memories of past loves, always...

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