Best Moderate Poems

Moonshine, diesel fumes, and chicken wire. 
Laundry hangin’ on the line. 
Bible open to the Book of Job. 
Backyard thick with prickly pine.

Jacket pocket full...

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I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and...

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Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so...

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Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your...

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Memories linger
Repeated..
Between two shades of night..

Another day gone, sunset dark
Years ago - hours ago
   the same
      ...two shades...

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              Crowning Glory

        ...

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You are the river running through 
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows 
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or...

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Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving


The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope...

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Fresh air and breathing it in
Underrated free feel good win
Viewing and experiencing natural terrain
An amazing tranquilliser for the brain
Moving your shoulders up and down
Easy first...

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Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see...

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Daybreak Words Upon the Morning
David J Walker

Awaiting words
That will burst upon the day 
Suffused in first light before the sun
Reveals itself 

Notice the clouds clinging...

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Sweat drips from little dust covered faces in the grim back-alley factories

No time for rites of passage other than fingers nimble enough to spin and

Balance...

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I drink more than I should,
But not as much as I can,
Which in my world makes me,
A moderate man....

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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand...

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P erception, direction intention, ( lets make spiritual ) earthly..' 
O wow..' saving their strength maybe? well maybe..'
O utlaw carriage rides, in N Y C,...

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