Best On Par Poems

How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to...

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I sought a place to post my poems and thought I'd found a fit for me.
At first I was thrilled and felt I belonged to...

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(Dedication: For my PoetrySoup friend Funom Makama.)
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Faith anchors well
Fond feel that tells


Hope knows a sight
Where faith casts light


Love hints and calls
In rise and fall


Dare find...

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O!  FLUFF!  FIZZ!  ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string...

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The naturalist in us all
Burying the deepest it only resides
Realism forever more
Whether or not... everything only ties

We can never be who we are
Because everyday we...

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I make this detection
upon introspection
of the woodblock inside me named soul
I'm sightless to beauty
on par with a cootie
or, moreover, an underground mole

I distinguish not burdock
from...

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12 hours of excruciating labor pangs have Sacagawea breathing
into the face of Death,
as she violently shakes her head back and forth, teeth clenched,
sweat boiling and...

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I still have dreams of my favorite car
It took me to places not really far
On some days it would not start
One day it just fell...

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You have your roots forgotten
Your perception's now rotten
Noticing oh so sudden
That brother's a great burden

No love for brother or sis
With contempt at them you hiss
And...

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There was once a golfer named T. Woods
In bedrooms of many he had stood
A birdy from far
An eagle on par
But his great nine iron best...

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You say no one gets the beauty of fear
It's what reminds us how human we are
The subtle moment when all is so clear
That from birth...

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February dusk descends
Upon Orchard Road;
My walking attends
As feet bear clear loads.


Bright and breezy moods
In crowded walkways;
Casual tour feels good
As curious sights sway.


A sea of faces
In...

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Proud scion. 
Framed composite Ixion; 
his fiery likeness on canvas cured. 
 
Immortalising fleeting impressions captured.
Reality, an unwelcome foil - trust fractured.   
...

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Glimpse a new norm that tells the truth,
Attend to sight that knows the stars;
Lift the old form that veils the proof,
Ignite a light with grace...

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You cannot own my body, heart, or mind
My essence is illusive like the air
So do not try to hold me down; don’t dare!
I’ll break away...

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Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by...

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Alpha Bet Cap Cha

Just twenty six letters of the english language to whit
twisted in various & sundry combinations pit
this bull dog of a canonical wordsmith...

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prosaic prologues bewitch 
   feeble minded scribe doth undertakes 
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone 
   for goodness sake

echoing across, 
 ...

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a cavalcade wept ashore with frenzy like a beastly bus
oblivious of tribes who blissfully dealt without a fuss
triangulated within an ever narrowing pen
contaminated, decimated, eradicated...

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Relation next relationships are on par with a hardship 
Entirely relationships are analogous to the April 15th, 1912 Titanic ship 
It’s stunning how the body...

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ink stained words
I dropped – they fell
discarded cuz
I cudn’t spell

cudn’t get
the “I’s” and “E’s”
in proper places
to a peas

the winners of
the spelling B’s
who mem or eyes
dick...

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Another day
Like so many others
Like so many to come
Most times struggling, forcing
Noteworthiness
Into the nameless moments
And rote transitions
Churning from task to task
The voices, faces of the
Everyday...

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Make what you will of this new day:
Yield soul and heart to journey quest.
Make moments fill fond joys that stay,
Opt just to start to fund...

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor)...

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All hail thy – sweet – small – courtesies of life.
For smooth do they make the road of it.
Grace and beauty – they cut so...

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