Best Move Around Poems

(Alternative Ending for Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater)

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.
Do you think he kept his wife so well
by putting her inside a pumpkin shell?
Inside that shell she had no room
to move around. A rotten groom
was Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater.

In the end, his wife could not...

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A cat jumped in the river
to meet a fellow fish,
he wanted to be like them
it was his only wish.

He figured he could do it
he had everything it takes,
with whiskers on his front parts
and a tail a catfish makes.

He swam down to the bottom
while holding in...

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Houston

I wonder if the summer rain was warm
that poured like Pharaoh’s plagues upon the town
as people waded from their homes in swarms
and small craft was the mode to move around.
Memories lost by tempest's hurt and harm
float pass as muddy waters flood the ground.

The summer rain...

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There you are being conceived in your mother's womb. 
Before you know it you will be born in this world 
real soon. 

As you develop; you start to move around. You take in 
your first food as your mom gobbles it down. 

Your ears start...

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If I ruled the world I'd paint it mostly blue,
Spiders would build the finest webs - I'd decree the morning dew,
Auroras would shimmer above the poles, their colors ringing true,
Those would follow my first thought, "Good grief! What will I do?"

Puppies would be off to...

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I wait in all the crummy
little barrooms of the soul.
I look about and sniff the air,
drink, and wait.
In the demi-world of honky-tonks,
which vie against night's
inner gloom, beneath mantles
of thick smoke, pinches,
slurred speech and propositions,
I leer drunkenly about,
swimming in the haze
of my heebie-jeebies.
I wait.
After the smoke...

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i lay stilled atop this muddied cold ground
a castaway like autumn's leaves deadened
unable, unwilling to move around
i sit bloodied, like skies of dawn, reddened

i am bathed in november's cold, harsh rain
pummeled by the fate of past's sniffling cries
slowly succumbing beneath weighted pain
i reach out attempting...

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A right to free movement

A right to live

Where we want

Should be our perogative

We should not feel that we can not roam

Or decide to set down new roots

Or to find a new home.

Borders are a man made concept

Nothing to with nature or creations set up

They were...

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Up the rolling hills
As much green as one can see
Meeting with blue sky
As colors swirl together
Beauty expressed with its heart

The greatest green grass
Displaying color outside
On the brightest fields
A gorgeous feel about it
A love on the ground below

The hills move around
Where the sky fills, up above
A...

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Great things
are always recognized
They are given awards and prizes
History records the great things;
spurts of revolutionary thought creating,
civilization course changing
These be the elements of great things
But, what of the small things,
the little things
that often go unnoticed and unseen
Not appreciated much are the small things
Like a kind...

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Most of the days as I buy vegetables
the old woman would move around
close to me like the winter tree
The leaves mostly robbed by the time
tangled age seated in the hair
the freckles painting the drudgery 
The unwashed and overused sari
stained by the tears of  poverty

Would...

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Their evening starts
With dinner and a dance
It's taken many months
To be standing in this stance
 
Slow delightful moves
As they move around the floor
In their hearts they know
Their evening cries for more
 
The moment moves their wants
As they share thoughts with a kiss
The texture of their...

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I am cool water,
 You are a lily, upon ...
I move around and about -
 Sustain you, cradle you.
   Drink of me ...
       And bloom!

            ...

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                 Corona  has... 
              conquered
     hearts of 
   ...

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Don’t see the soldiers as they move around,
Through the jungle without a sound,
Crawl along this wet,cold ground,
These american boys are victory bound.
Fighting a war they believe is right,
No end is near no end in sight,
One more day one more fight,
See the tunnel but see no...

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