Best Ours Poems

Years ago, we sat at the picnic table, near the beach
Our lives came together, as we talked for hours
An understanding bloomed from dark things we knew
A bright connection began with immediate strength
    - In that time, it seemed the world was ours...

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As the rain gently falls and the world grows dark,
I am engulfed with memories that shelter my heart.
Memories so real, their pain so true,
I close my eyes and I am there with you.

The way that we laughed, the life that we shared,
when the scent of...

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If time were ours, would we be glad
  Would we fill it up with plans and things
    Would we spend time wisely, or go mad
If time were ours...

I know that singers would endless sing
  I know that clowns would always...

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I've have never 
experienced that bubbly love 
that everyone apparently has... 
Stolen kisses, 
"say cheese" camera flash,
"no you hang up first" phone 
calls...
"I can't stop thinking about 
you" text messages.

My love has been horrendous 
and terrifying and painful...
I have experienced...
"please stop hurting me"
"I'm sorry, I'll...

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Tomorrow is Ours.


Suffocating beneath the weight of historical fear,
asphyxiated by the legacy of traumatised yesteryear,

the festering wounds of enslavement still remain,
juggling euphemisms in a crisp sound-bitten refrain,

spewing out neo-liberal economic charades,
doling out charity in strips of plastic band-aids,

but,

tomorrow shall be ours,

casting away subservient mind-sets that...

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His name is Peter and he has his cool name,

His name is Michael who has all wealth of fame.

They've met together in a one ball game,

Peter and Michael are awesomely good and the same.

 

They exchanged hot shots like things were getting cooler,

Half quarter was...

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With precision we carved out the sand
here at home, down on your cursed land
We defy you to try
You will surely fail. Why?
We used nothing that looks like your hand....

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You are captivated hundred years ago
Auctioned your innocent beauty
Tasted various blood that kissed on the land
Marked the scars of exploitations

Trampled your dignity!

Barrowed the freedom declared by other
Fake declarations put our forefathers in trouble
Glared them by figurative beliefs
Praising the teach of others lives

You can’t live without...

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Butterflies dance, locked in a trance

Violins singing a lovers romance

Daffodils swaying in a breathless breeze

Dreams floating along in a wakeless sea

Smiles, long walks, endless nights

Holding hands, soft kisses reaching new heights

Two old souls connecting again and again

Thinking of a better time when 

our nights were...

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The Choice is Ours

And so here we are on the brink of d-day
This week we will know how our future will sway
The duffer, the bluffer, the candidates with the muffler
Which one of these candidates will we have to suffer

If you voted for friendship go jump...

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Take over control 
Nakedness raptures no thought
Deeper firmer still


written for

Sponsor
SandyIvy Davis
Contest Name Natural/Nature Sexy Haiku 

written by
Cecil Hickman...

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The ocean, ours; the wild hammock,
ours; sand dunes, ours; walking the pipeline,

ours; serendipity in a time of liberty, ours
We had the sea when it was free,

the Fort, the Port, and around the bend
of our treasure island, free range

to a South End of untarnished beauty--
never a...

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Think in abundance and abundance will be yours

       The million of stars for you to gaze upon

       The thousands upon thousands of leaves on the trees around

      ...

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I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer when we come back from war,We don't have anyone to comfort us,the power is on the side of those that beat us down,I look and saw how much war veterans like me suffer with...

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I kinda, sorta want to talk about people who are vague.
It’s kinda really important to be clear about what you have to say.
To ramble and sorta kinda talk all hazy will never sound o.k..
It’s better to talk in black and white than a puffy sorta...

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