Best Neglects Poems

Come my friend and let me lead you on 
a voyage to the singularity
where mind and world collide.

For what is the mind?
A filter that selects and connects
   the world as it varies
with all its cues and views?
   Or is it a...

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Oh baby! 
Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails
that make you a part of this earth's tales. 

But,
No one talks about what hassle you undergo
In your 9-month-long journey when you're all solo. 

I understand what you are going through inside your mom, my lollipop.
I can...

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A mother struggling through daily burdens
Raises her son to be studious and intelligent
Without any funds for his higher education
When strangers raise enough to pay his tuition.

When a boy in poverty becomes an orphan
And sorrow triumphs with reckless abandon
Evaporating all options with nowhere to turn,
Adoptive-parents take...

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Adam was a husband,
misused by a wife.
He was very sincere,
and slain with a knife.
Ann laughs at his funeral.
She snickers to the bank.
She escapes with his earnings,
and leaves his life blank.
Ann fooled him for jewelry,
gained his love by theft,
and hides his secret diary,
his only possession left.
She...

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Beneath the ash its morals face defeat
as segregation separates is corps.
The scars outline a union incomplete
and wounds define its failure to restore.
Though rally calls have filled a Nation’s heart
and motivation fueled its vast machine,
supremacy held unity apart
and nothing but conceit lay in between.
But still a...

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A mountain of some measure aligned slopes,
Silversword's statuesque uncommonness,
bikers and skiers, youth urban slang, 'dopes,'
pics of height's flowering tower upness.
Centuries of swordplay, The Word, acclaimed,
plowshares and the sorts treats its new version.
Purplish flowers are structurally framed,
like a cross handle, silver hairs orphan.
Majestic still today, handle...

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Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation 
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.

I belong to the nation 
Of  Equalities-
Equality between 
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...

I belong to the nation of...

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I AM INTELLIGENCE!
In world of mannequins, I step to the cause.
     I see this woman fussing at her child about wanting to go to the park.
     How formed is this.
Hello Lady and such a beautiful boy he...

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A newborn's but a fertile field most parents would propose
to plant with seeds of servitude lined up in perfect rows.
Tilled with proper spacing and of weeds there is no trace,
but as for me I'd sooner see a field of Queen Anne's Lace.

People will move random...

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We have murdered morality and raped reality.
Every chicken wants to crow before they grow.
Our boys are hunters and our girls flaunters. 
The future is forgotten and backwardness begotten. 
Our fathers are scavengers and our youths avengers.
Our mothers are murderers and our wise men wanderers. 
Character...

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Am on my knees Father
Bearing in mind that you never sleep 
Crying for those trapped in a foreign country 
Dark days have befallen them
Equality rules broken, screwed humanity
Frequent hunger, little or no pay and slaving labour 
Golden days are over for them
Having greener pastures and...

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The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be,
a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart,
shadow of the soul,
rind of mind,
as the Buddhist meditates on mandalas of rich color,cycles,devas,dangers & devotions
I embrace...

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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And think life has no purpose

The painted window frame's been stripped...
Of...

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AFRICAN KID's, KING OF THE STREETS.
 
From the ignition of time
Where spirit of wine loves every
Mind,
I stroll down this town backing my
Brilliant child
Traditional symbol of dark's motherly
Pride,
Africa the diagram in my eye
At age nine I understood every episode
Of the street life.
Web created of metal tread
But...

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Again, alone awake accidental?  
barely by blunt brain burdens  
curtains... cut crooked carefully  
draped dangerously during dusk,  
every emotion enhanced euphoric 
from finger, face & freckle.... 
gingerly grasping gestures growing gracefully.  
hesitant hands hold his heart's hastily. 
I imagine important...

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