Best Moreso Poems

This Time Last Month

A customer
Opens door
Bell lets out two rings
That smell of books
Telescopes
Globes and other things.

Travel guides
Atlases
Maps strewn everywhere
Customer
Breaks fourth wall
Speaks as if you're there:


"I got upset when I first heard 
this shop was closing down.
I don't have any reason now 
to pass this way...

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Do you have any idea how much material your entire being holds? 
I'm not talking about the materialistic (of the world) things many have their fingers tightly gripped on second by second... Moreso....

You are one glorious stretch of canvas, rolled out into different sections.
Your mind;...

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Seems I indeed already had everything,
So the truth must be, all I ever really wanted
Was to be everything you wanted in me. 

Seems now I have indeed lost everything,
Because what we had together was only in my favor.
You were never truly willing to be with...

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     "Fear of - Not Enough Love"



love is the key to living a valuable life
one fear plaguing my mind is not sharing love enough
embracing every heart; thus eliminating strife
through good times, but moreso, when things get rough.

fear remains a strong emotion...

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You know Mr. & Mrs. reader of ethical and non-essential concerns of dismay. Sometimes
along life's journey, there's a crossroad we all will face. "A crossraad along the way", whether
you choose the wrong way or the wrong road. You're only halfway in your posesstion if you
decide...

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Although I probably hate a person who commits a felony, I may hate moreso a self righteous soul who won't commit a misdimeanor....

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I have a destiny,
That most of you look down on,
As being poor and backward.
That many desire to change and have me assimilated,
But I'm surely destined to be African.

When you meet me, I've got more melanin,
And my smile isn't as charming as you wish,
And my nose...

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Come dear beau
embrace in my shadow
beneath my leaves
for a kiss or two.
I am a mistletoe
a parasite,
that needs to hang
on a tree as host,
and moreso,
I need kisses
to excite and powerup!...

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Neither fame, nor fortune sought,
sans this anonymous wordsmith,
whose quirky pastiche (no matter
evokes collywobbles, when risky
business undertaken to spill forth
most confidential personal woes),

broadcasting a heart of darkness,
Joseph Conrad might find quaint-
lee amusing, & considerably less
far reaching encompassing than
his (former) humanity ink home
passing (just one heir iz...

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I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is.
If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her? 
Embrace her and see infinate possibilities like trillion probabilities of us...

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Life for many of us around here isn't always about winning, 
because where Im from, it's almost always about losing. 
We learn more from our simple failures and mistakes than we do about our greatest acomplishment's.
 Failure for us is like our greatest teacher. 
Sometimes...

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Prologued:  Before granny left....she used to sing to me a song..{that I'll} "that I will
never forget."  'Son...I'll be going on Home....soon', "but there will be someone who will
take care of.......You.."  {I say}..."But gran-ny....whoo-wo-wwhooo will take care of you,
and where are you going....(?)"...

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Twenty one years of your love,
Twenty one years of your hugs,
A tale of our happy home,
All wrapped in one poem,
Today...

Our wonderful kids,
Twenty one years of bliss,
We now sing in chorus,
How much this means to us,
Today...

And it doesn't need to be said,
The best times are ahead,
Where...

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amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough
frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo
hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row

biological status quo
kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro
naturally physically rumbling, 
   heard all the way in Oslo

   supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously
wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no
  ...

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(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend).

with the assiduous vigor...

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