Best Meted Poems

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The Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise,
then like windblown grains of sand, fall to the dust
Six kingdoms have come and gone, blinked their eyes
and we’re now, in these last days, living on the cusp

But let us first do a fast biblical rewind,
go back in...

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Sanity meted in batches
With healthcare served up in patches
It’s a dumpster dive
Just staying alive
To rely on raccoons playing with matches...

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Injustice is just an inconvenience until it is proven...
When the sun hit their helmets it startled the very souls of the natives
a signal upon their eyes that spoke like a siren of ill prophecy to the bone,
the armaments of a hell that hushed any hope...

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Passions for expectations with life were none
Till the teenage accepted life as it came anon.
Went to gym, played games, attended school
Swam in the open sea, life smooth and cool.

Might’ve been endowed with great expectations
In gestation to perform later in life like everyone.
Sprouted while in the...

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Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range- 
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn, whose beauty never alters,
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawn’s altar

The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African...

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~ Frost
         by
             design
~ delicate,
       crafted in the night,
          ...

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Whom Do We Trust
Written: by Miracle Man
7/21/2019

Every now and then, we all lose our bearing,
Facing days that become gloomy, often despairing.
We only check our compass for direction of travel,
When it appears that life is just about to unravel.

We oft seek out others, and with blame...

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Living Right
Written: by Tom Wright
6-30-2016

If clothed in righteousness by his blood,
divine wrath, we will never have to face. 
Though trials come upon us like a flood,
They’re preparing us for a better place?

If following Christ we need never fear, 
our judgment meted on that final day.
But...

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‘Out’-discipline!
“Teacher, beaten by student.” “Student stabs another in squabble.” 
“Teachers found without Lesson Plan.” “Noise level unbearable.”
Unfortunately, these would only be a few of the sordid headlines;
 To duly ‘captivate’ readers, if every school had its own newsletter.
The very fabric of our beloved society has...

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Dawn, when silence falters
And the trees of the range- 
Are tucked in a bucket of fog
Marching dawn whose beauty never alters.
I tuck myself in blankets like a log
At the Treetops Hotel upon the range
Dainty dreams upon dawns altar

The dappled peacock dazes the dawn
While the African crowned...

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Black market product truckload ... 
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging her thigh
In the cab backseat
sit two mountain men beastie boys
strapped to the teeth
Listening to Valhalla volume 
Judas Priest death metal...

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IN THE SEASON OF HOPE THEREOF

In the season of hope thereof,
There seems to be
Little justice, peace and love
Meted out to you and me;
Except for what comes from above.
Yet, let us not allow the deceivers 
Sway us to be as erring as they—
Let us not be...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV

IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie
And if ever by a long shot I was nominated - not spuriously elected - Chef Ministre d'Etat 
        Plenipotentiary
The...

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The Quality Of Mercy
'The quality of mercy is not strained'
wrote the bard of bards in his day
may be he meant it was unrestrained
and the Creator intended it so  to stay

Or maybe his meaning was, it's not sifted,
unquantifiable, and justly meted
so that Man was able...

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Arsenals of axes brought by the crate
Pedals increasing experimental
Trashy dissections of raw cityscapes
NYC rockers gone transcendental
 
Static blasts shredding the off-key high pings
Maracas hit toms to keep structured pace
Drum sticks wedged under alternate tunings
Meted by contrasting booms of the bass
 
Dissonance anteed raises the ceiling
Shaping...

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