Best On It Poems

Come walk with me,
for the path cares not,
the age of your feet.

Look at the butterflies on petals,
their silence does not care,
the language you speak.

Listen to the orchestra of birds,
they sing with sincerity,
care not if you follow God.

See how the trees stand so tall,
their mature branches...

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Oh! how love has bloomed—

fantasies like wild flowers plucked
a collection of candlelight craves and desires
fill a wistful star-maiden’s basket;
a bouquet of white asters from Orion’s garden
grown in a fiery field of light against night
gathered in a hazy ribbon
and held in the bosom heat 
of this...

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When I am reveling in love of family
Toasting virtues of revered friendships
Savoring freedoms that let me be
Luxuriating on sandy white beaches
Endowed with means to live carefree
I wonder if my life is laden in dreams;

When sadness reigns face of anguish
Bearing glumness of stygian grief,
In harmony of...

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A Sonnet On It

It comes and goes on idle vagrant winds
hitching rides in briar like dependence
under pressure its aimless trek will bend
for it is not concerned with making sense.

So does it guard its anonymity
its preference - stay lost amid the stir
sought after for its ambiguity
as...

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And once again the quiet Night comes
Bringing to life many zillion Flames 

Some vague, some clear, some near some remote 
Smeared on the Night's long black over-coat

Blinking their eyes, these Stars hide and seek
Drawing smiles on every watching cheek

Amid these, some look like burning coals
They...

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“It” is a dummy when “it” asks the time
or speaks of the weather, like when you say,
“It’s eight” or “It’s snowing.” “It” is a crime
to just ignore “it” in “It’s a nice day!”

In so many places can this “it” fit.
In “Stop it” or “Do it,”...

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I can't love you
If you still in love with her
It's time for you to make your mind up
You either in love with me
or you in love with  a ghost love from the past
She parted the earth a long time ago
You say you ready
But I...

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count on it...

that numbers made the world
we came to believe
after all ten digits 
long ago ran out
and we stuck our toes into the fray
to count and be counted anyway

and they too ran out
a foot at a time
and numbers became stuck to 
our rulers feet or...

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Radical Rantings
ants and flys in my fresh soup
    strain it out with love...

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give priority
to veggies . . . 
weight will drop right off

June 24, 2018 
For Maureen McGreavy's MagiCicada 13 - Body and Mind Poetry Contest

All my life I struggled with counting calories, different diets, etc. When I stopped stressing and just emphasized in my life consuming...

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Reflections on the important things in my legacy, history, and values appear with me were always reading books since I was 5 or six years old sitting in the dim light of my mom's house in a corner in love with the dictionary comparing words...

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Up til now I have avoided a scam with my name on it,
Despite it being tailored to suit me,
Even wearing a bow tie,
Appealing to my taste buds,
With words smothered in chocolate,
And smelling like my favourite rose,
Tastefully wrapped up with $100 bills.

All that was lacking was...

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Poor Mister Tuffet
Gasps while stocks plummet,
Collecting his shell-shocked wits!

His hair stands on end
As the market descends
It is scaring Mr. Tuffet to bits!

He tucks into his mattress
His wealth and his assets
Now he sleeps with his ass on his funds!

(He is trying to "tuffet" out!!)



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Inspired by John...

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I caught your cold
Oh, how remiss
I did not catch it 
From a kiss
Yes, through research
I understand
I caught it when 
I held your hand...

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writing a prose poem
randall edson said im good
should be enough,man...

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