Best Messier Poems

My mother didn’t cook too well
Although she fed us fine.
Her house was not immaculate,
Much messier than mine.

She didn’t knit, crochet or quilt
But she was great at sports;
She swam and bowled and tennised
Really well, by all reports.

And oh, could she dance up a storm!
She crossword-puzzled, too.
When...

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Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton

It's all about this amazing experience
Wouldn't be as enjoyable without it
So forget about all those damn cleaning bills
They're part of the joyous trip

As you...

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            Beaming brilliant beautiful bright stars.
            These diamonds, twinkling, sparkling. 
            Diamonds...

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If I could do magic
I'd bring my grandma back
Always very encouraging
Wisdom, she'd never lack

On Christmas Eve, we'd gather together
Just like the rest of some you do
So many laughs, happiness there
You knew grandma's love was true

Midnight finally came around
Seemed like eternity for some
Gifts were then allowed...

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Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run paraplegically away,
in the likely event of predative attack
by a jealous...

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Most people need to see Magic in technicolor
because they want to see all of the bright creatures
like Brownies and Pixies.

I don't want to see the façades
that Brownies and Pixies
present to the majority of Society.
But I need to see the Dirtier and Grittier
side of Magic because...

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The Pleiades

Seven sisters from the Constellation Taurus
dressing for the night with interstellar blue
shine their dust cloud in the winter sky before us
formed the last one hundred million years or two.

Moving in coordination with the cosmos
they’ve been a wonder of astronomers for years.
Thanks to a satellite...

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sometimes my words aren’t as beautiful as usual
sometimes my thoughts cannot be gathered and the words violently crash onto the page instead of flowing out of my pen
and sometimes i have nothing to write about other than the emptiness that has eaten away at me,...

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There came a Leopard in a form of cat
And pur Zeus did as the Dali pet that
Cute kitten, Cassiopeia said at last
While Cepheus questioned 
what the dear had in mind…
.
Ruchbah rode with her gleaming knows
Seeking peace in the LapLand groves
But there, what she came to...

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You're beautiful
I say to my faultless boy
holding him like a mother
my love cleansing all the trouble 
my fingers soft on his baby skin
and smooth forehead

You're beautiful- but you always change
You don't stay the same
You can't fake when you're asleep
and you terrorize me
when I see all...

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I awoke to a clashing and clanging coming from my kitchen; in the hallway, I did stumble upon a frying pan.  A cautious peek revealing nothing left me to grab that frying pan for self-defense, should I need to bestow a slam
upon the head...

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Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton

It's all about this amazing experience
Wouldn't be as enjoyable without it
So forget about all those damn cleaning bills
They're part of the joyous trip

As you...

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The word sombrero in Spanish was made
from Late Latin origin, meaning shade.
Predating Mexican type of headwear
that’s commonly presupposed, instead they’re

more generally hats designed with brim.
Therefore the galaxy’s wide-ranging rim,
through pareidolia’s visual drift
causing our human perception to shift,

gave it to stargazers sombrero guise
as seen in Virgo’s...

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When you see God, your Maker
Be sure that he sees you
You’ll know what really matters
You’ll know just what is true
This world with its opinions
Its teachings that confuse
And taint all inspiration
If God is not your muse
Creation becomes creature
Deciding its own lot
Ignoring their Creator
His guidance they want...

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The eagle mistook me for a bunny. She swooped down and picked me up from the field, and we went soaring high in the sky, past the swing set, past the fence, past the tree line, up, up, up.

She tightened her grasp, but I did...

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