Best Misdeed Poems

...What does courage mean to me?
Well it isn't being fear free.
It's being brave and staying strong,
Facing all my problems, head on.
It's conquering hardships, being bold,
Reducing worries out of ......

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...Through shoveled loam I glimpse pale light
   Hands dare intrude into my burial crypt
Exposing the devastation of my decay
   Dignity of this chamber has been stripped

Human eyes stare into my ......

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...Tears
(for A, I shed)

When I herd these tribes and fashion cities
With my words, you are what's missing.
                           
             - Mookie Katigbak, The Proxy Eros




I c......

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...I am a clown: silly, simple clown. 
People do laugh at me: I often wonder why. 
They call me 'fool' when I am being honest, 
And tell me to shut up when I speak the truth. 

My life is harsh, an......

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...Hoping and praying for peace, and peace of mind. 
The earth disturbers are busy.
They will not leave well enough alone. 
They do not work in harmony with nature. 
Their idea of balancing out the ......

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...In an abyss of mar;
I was sunk.
My thoughts swimming;
in a pool of masquerade shame.
A dagger in my head;
All I could see was an evening of score.

With a flip of a hand;
Like an angered red ......

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...How to describe the color of love?  Might you frown in surprise if I spoke of brown?  Dull, pockmarked, ocherous brown. 
A tarmac of grain, stained the color of earth, that never saw rain.  
On......

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...I met a Sheriff the other day.
Just teasing, I happened to say.
I am stopping by to pay my taxes.
Giving you my money before axes,

He said to me, “I get none of that money“.
I looked up in sur......

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...Another new beginning, another major change
My feet know the rhythm, though this road is undiscovered 
My toes know the feeling of wet dew still clinging to the blades of grass
Not yet baked by a ......

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...The story of his pomposity
The gaiety of a been-to 
Embroidered in revenge.

Tunde Canada! 
Timid and denied by folks and friends
In his prime when the springboard, the hemisphere
At the time ......

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...Because the charity of my native place
Obliged me, the broken branches I the picked up
Them giving back him, who was to debase.

Then we finally reached where had to leap
From the second turn to thir......

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...Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns: 
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role, 
Supposedly not with any crudeness......

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...Hand In The Cookie Jar

The word is out, the waiting suspense is over...
Over here in this small young democratic country...

For quite some time, in this Bolehland of endless possibilities...
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...Within ageless canyons we hold our breath.
Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death?
Santana stampedes, pariah unchained. 
‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!

Chased from our homes and all ......

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...What mighty man shall this cup serve,
Whose power rests on fealty’s nerve,
With certain lust it shames to know,
How upon its charms did grow.

A thousand years did wax and wane,
Until a Dane did asce......

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