Best One Hundred Forty Poems

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall...

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“Infinite Sex” 
by:  Eric L. Boddie


With the first lick, your toes curl 
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. 
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And the eighth lick rocks your world 
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The master said it well with the statement he proclaimed
For I will be that person who has returned again
“Your iniquities shall be visited to the...

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You made us out of your own image,
with love and life a gift you gave.
You gave us a paradise to live in.
An eternal living, a...

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A goldfish has a memory of about three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their dear wife's negligee

A...

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DESCRIBE HEAVEN 

To describe heaven… let me see,
from ideas in my head?
From scriptures that have been twisted,
or verses…that I’ve read?

Heard, “Truth is stranger than fiction,”
at...

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Men grow beards to feel more free,
But looking like a caveman isn't freedom,
It just means you'll always have soup on your face,
Nor does sipping softly...

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There is a space still unknown
In the basement of my home
In the dirt there's gotta be treasure
Better go 'splorin' (for good measure)
A century ago, this...

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The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows,...

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two, four, eight, and more
sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four
doubling, doubling
troubling, troubling

keep on going at least four more
you’ll find yourself at a thousand twenty-four
doubling, doubling
troubling, troubling

what if we...

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Young,black, brother.... lost in this world
Can't get help for the answers to any question
so he seeks the answers for himself and......
he answered once...WRONG
He got the...

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The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
on a stoic August morn
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,

Cries of anguish drowned out by a noise so loud,
forms...

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The USS Ticonderoga
In January of ’45
Was engaged off of Formosa
When the kamikazes darkened the skies.

Hit on the flight deck and the island,
One hundred forty four...

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A goldfish has a memory of three seconds
Very much like senior citizens I'd say
They're often seen aimlessly walking the streets
Wearing their wife's negligee

A sneeze has...

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Turning points and missives
Turning points and missives in the wayward outlay intentions
 Consideration is the darkness in the light. Twelve times twelve never equals 
thirty...

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