Best Pay Your Dues Poems

Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark...

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The Village of Hardine

The Village of the Windmill

I may do things the old way
Milling grain with windmill dreams
Slowly, that's how we caress our desires
While the...

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a great mystery
a tale of love 
love is life
love is sweet
sweet fantasy
sweet kiss
kiss of death
kiss of fire
fire warm
fire is great
great dream
great expectations
expectations disappoint
expectations too high
high...

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I Am Mortal Man, Made Of Mere Flesh And Bone

Sad and lost soul walked in his old worn shoes,
dark clouds covered his bowed and forlorn...

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‘Hey stomach,’ says anus,
‘Would you cut the crap.’
“It’s not me,’ stomach says;
‘I won’t take the wrap.

It’s what they’re eating,
So blame teeth and mouth.
I’m innocent,’ says...

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Such Wonders Are Breathtaking To Behold

(NOT FOR CONTEST THAT INSPIRED THIS POEM)

The morning dew on red rose does glisten
As early dawning sun beams brightly down
Such...

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Tesslynn O’Cull was only 3-years-old,
when they found her body in a grave near Sweet Home.
It was the worst case of child abuse they’d ever seen
thanks...

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Never before had I thought,
In the war of words I shall be caught,
And my life would face a love drought, 
Just because one day I...

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Not just the sky itself—they are every ocean and stream—
filled with reflections of rainbows, waterfalls and rain.
Windows of beauty fringed in verdant shades of green.

Not...

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The storm brews in horizon hues
Lurking in gray, ominous skies
Prepare to pay your dues
Thunder claps, as the heart cries

Lurking in gray, ominous skies
An attack is...

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The times of which the prophets wrote is taking shape at last. It won't be long till 
that fateful day we hear the trumpets blast.
The...

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In regards, to the birds and the bees
Depends on who’s watching, what he sees
There are some women, impossible to please
Wise men are wary, to be...

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When the air that we breathe becomes air we choke,
and the fires burn and consume all of our hope,
in the tears of anguish a nation...

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Living in a bubble where reality is virtual
 Truth is a blur in a fabricated ritual
 TV news bursting with political views
 The rich pay...

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Wrong is right and right is wrong.
Long is short and short is long.
Black is white and white is black.
Toilet paper we may lack.

All is zero....

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