Best Miscellaneous Poems

Good new,good news He said to me
'I have the power to set you free'
'Come ,along this path we'll walk',
I listened closely as He talked;
Eternal life and 'new life' within
upon Him I place my sin,
peace,wholeness and integrity
Free to become uniquely me;
Empowered to make a fresh start.
Placed...

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BIRDS
chirping birds 
on an oak tree 
in the longest day 

BUTTERFLY 
a common butterfly feasting on a flower 
it is the last supper 
times up 

FATIMA 
shepherd children 
a vision of an angel 
fact or fiction 

CAT 
a cat 
sleeps anywhere and everywhere 
not fussy...

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STORM 
thunder clashes 
a deluge of rain follows 
no birds tweeting 

MARCH ON 
the bugle’s first post 
soldiers on parade 
heavy footsteps 

CIVIL WAR 
guns in abundance 
the clock is ticking fast 
stalemate 

SUSPENSE 
atmospheric music 
there’s a muffled scream 
glass shattering 

SNOWSTORM 
heavy snow...

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I discovered miscellaneous meaningless hodgepodge...

dating back circa: Age of computer antiquity
mine signature worthless gibberish
found Earthling dumbfounded
for further waste of time inquire
about trivial details constituting 
more'n six electronic new pages
the following an excerpt from book of
Matthew Scott Harris.

Courtesy of AskJeeves,
and special acknowledgement
to Google search algorithm, this...

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A ship in a dip is a duplicate of a massive six ton truck echoing at nine miles an hour in a tunnel. Oh traffic rather stoic today. But trafficking is often great fun for gerbils weighing in at over eighty pounds. £ % £...

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Militate on one another with great passion
the nonperson,
The fusty one.
Nothing fancy, delightful or bonvivant
Having a genteel attitude, but impassible
Vagabond. Loner. Prodigious.
Yet no blandishment.
Complicated as a merman
Porous because of mutilation
The obsequy closed with an
Elegy
Rigmarole.  Rigmarole.  
Not the booby hatch which
hosts may
The railroad tied on...

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Miscellaneous

The escargots attack,
They hide their guns 
On their spiral shells,
Be careful, Giants.

You think, you think,
But you do nothing,
It’s like watching
A sailboat, set sail
Heading for the moon.

A felucca on the Nile,
A white and round veil,
The soothing under the sun
Won the whole crew....

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FEAR

                     Fear
                  it's a picture
   ...

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Miscellaneous Tidbits
By Tom

Stupidity
A trait for which medical science has found no cure.

Full of Dregs
Ever look at a drop of water under a microscope?
I imagine our lives appear much the same in God’s eye.

A Pancake’s Two Sides
One thing worse than never having enough,
is never having any.

Call...

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 Love...like skylark's song which embraces
          a miscellaneous beauty...

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Miscellaneous 4

Striking a Balance
Only 5% of the people like their jobs and live to work,
while the other 95% hate their jobs and work to live.
Tom

I consider myself to be a likable person,
otherwise I wouldn't enjoy my own company.
Tom

God, Sees What I Don't
The areas of my...

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We can't have a child.
It's not a matter of want,
of belief,
of opinion.
We cannot.

Every doctor says, my wife will die.
The child might live, or might not,
but the love of my life will not,
not a guess, not a chance.
Just a death.

You can give your life, for another's.
Your...

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Tonight you step outside.

Out where the fireflies alight
on unseen eddies of air;
out to where the stars lend their light
and a breeze caresses your hair.

You sit on the step and you wonder
how a time so dark ever seems so bright;
you drift in reverie and you ponder
just...

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Bacon and sausage.
Dogs and music.
Whiskey and a wife's smile.

Sometimes, surely,
it is just that simple.

Lately it has not been.
Not in life, not in fiction,
not in poetry.

One year, maybe three poems.
All about grief.
One imagined, yet real -
a son's song for a father's tale.
Two, too true and too...

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The stars call upon my eyes
and in them I find choice.

They bid me gaze,
they bid me hearken,
and in their diary of days
I espy pages a mind to darken.

A friend taken from afar,
another lost from next door,
each one their own scar
on flesh keeping sorrow's score.

They bid...

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